I have a split feelings, years the champ of getting ripped off
while all my defenses go up and up
and so this is the way it is in this world because no matter no much you taste
you will not be satisfied and will always hunger for more
again to buy, to buy, to want to live, everything in large quantities inexpensive perfume, nostalgia, simple hopes
two hours until sunrise in your personal movie
pulp fiction
The heavens are locked
i won't fight with G-d
i will fight for myself
for my children's future
i have been screwed over enough already in other peoples battles...
Fight for myself, why, who will be for me there
keeping everything inside, know that Pila P is like waters of Dim Sum
entering the arena, reality is like a fist
it's like watching a movie when you already know the ending
give me dead flowers in a bag straight to a comet
i didn't grow up with a gold spoon, drink to the bottom
this is my bottom battle it's always from hand to mouth always
if you want a change in the script just say the word
I have a live pencil weapon, my dream, i don't need to sleep
i have a security net as long as my truth
is in first place and the ego is last, remove the armor
and i am not allowed to smile if it is forced
it ruins my heard and mind
sorry not doing what i don't want
i put my life on flight status
The heavens are locked
i won't fight with G-d
i will fight for myself
for my children's future
i have been screwed over enough already in other peoples battles...
The heavens are locked
every thing is for the best so we will gather up the remnants
we have been screwed over enough already in other peoples battles...