Let me ask you something Do you really think I'm going to trudge along like this. unhappily? The answer is no
All mine Tell me baby I got it Cause you're all mine All mine Tell me baby you got it Cause of your own mind
Hard rock under pressure Kinda rough, kinda slow on the get up Can you see us together Hiding out in a dark storm cellar Every change of the weather Acid rain eats away at the feather I would use to get better - More tough and a little more clever
And the MO ain't to judge nobody How did I end up putting up with so much Yeah you the victim in your own head But the get up only good while you're just friends As your lady, I see you being shady and fickle To all the people you commit to Fake happy, you're not happy, you're crying And we all know you're lying So shut up
And what a relief To find me some peace And quiet Alongside you Just you, just you I'm done with the scene Of them against me My heart is sore I don't need it anymore But I use to do that to say
Sometimes I crave the chaos I prefer to be out of oasis Like conducting a seance To predict all the shit you can take on I'm the Missus of Bedlam It's a sickness to long for the mayhem At least I can control her She's rough and she's so damn clever
Son, I am the main, obvi - I can figure out a ways to be Weightless, stuck, insane Like I'm Serenading a b*tch in the wings, ha! She's Duty, she don't care that I'm the baddest You thought you could take I'm the last one to struggle and say At least you love her, you love herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
