Hit me in a face I’m falling down No matter i’ve lost No matter i’ve found it on the way down No one’s triying to pick me up from the ground Solid sooth and clearence. Just you making me pop. Just you Whatever.
Hang about to put-up. Congratulations. Things that i’ve lost can give a breathing space.
Just you making me pop Whatever you breaking me or shaking me or making me a ledger-bait If you’ll try me on provoking rage I’ll heap it up with a rattles of bones.