my momma said "son you'll be successful" but homeroom teacher claimed "you'll cannot pass it"
"sleep every day lyin' on the desk, lessons, lessons are not perceived by you, your life is mess so, 's mess so
i don't gonna help and decide your problemsss foOlish friends, you do not need them" (tsss...)
if this woman was right, am i doin' shit, shit? what am I doin' now? why i'm singin' it, it?
(chor.) i let demons go from my heart lookin' at the events to another part so i've understood what it could be wrong all doubts volatilized like Armstrong most of you didn't see my soul, only my face you'd missed without aimin', but i had some ace