作曲 : Victor Internet

作词 : Victor Internet

They told me to love myself

You got words to sell

Is this where I'm supposed to be ?

I would turn myself to God

But I been through Hell

Would She listen to someone like me ?

It's hard to believe

Listen, closely

All I got is you and

Prayer, sadly

Is not the **** I do

I'm sorry, baby

Keep you on my mind

I'm going through a storm

And didn't bring my things

How you gonna be the one who give me advice if

Everything you passed down the years were your vices ?

And you like to live like there's no repercussion

Man of the house,crazy how we switched places

God wanna be invasive

Church too crazy

1 - 8 on my own I need a vacation

I just signed a deal, got some money in my head

Got my cousin callin' me he said he need bread

Got no problem with it

I ain't got no problem with it !

So unfair, to myself

Grown to fast, for my health

So unfair, to myself

Grown to fast, for my health

So unfair, to myself

Grown to fast, for my health

So unfair, to myself

Grown to fast, for my health

Te di mi alma y aun se que te perdi

Y la confianza, yo siempre la vi en ti