
See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me ...
See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free
First you gonna say you ain't runnin' game
Thinkin' I'm believing every word
It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
My momma told me,
Go make yourself some friends,
Or you'll be lonely
I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up
And I don't need no explanation
Cause baby, you're the boss at home
Lubię tak czasami włączyć sobie głośno muzykę i zapomnieć o całym świecie.
Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing
Come hold me please, and never let me go
On the second day of Christmas
We're building it up
To break it back down