Doors wide open
Tour in the mind, I'm sure to die coping
With shit that don't matter
If I'm here for the latter, I fear I can't flatter myself
With shit I don't add up
I batter my, ('nother one), batter up
Striking out, baby you bad enough
Maybe she sad enough, show me her battlecry
I was too 'fraid to fraternize
Have to live halfway you have to die
Laughing my last days, she bat her eyes
Lacking the havoc is not an option
I like the problems
I like the autumn, she love the spring
But I cannot sing bout no pretty things
I cannot think bout the cool breezes
Sure as the air in my city stings
What if I make it?
What if I don't?
What if all of these tracks I made go up in smoke?
If I make it
Who will I be?
Can my granddaddy be proud looking down On Me?
What if I make it?
(WHAT IF I MAKE IT?)
What if I don't?
(WHAT IF I DON'T?)
What if all of these tracks I made go up in smoke?
(SMOKE)
If I make it
(IF I MAKE IT)
Who will I be?
(WHO WILL I BE?)
Can my granddaddy be proud looking down On Me?
(LOOKING)
DOWN ON ME
Down On Me
Down On Me
Down On Me
Looking down On Me
Down On Me
Down On Me
Down On Me, please
Don't frown on me