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D to da A and the rest is high
I feel so alive
No I m lying I m looking down
Down to the Earth
While the world is spinning
Some people are gold wining
And I m pretending
That my mind is doing good
I m not in da hood
I m not in da mood
My eyes are looking at nothin
Everything around me is shutting
down
Getting switched off
Black or white I don t care
Swimsuit in winter you can wear
I won t say a thing
Not even a king
Can excite me no more
I m all alone
Chours
Everything is the same
Nothing s changing
Same old game
It s makin me to go one way
I want to turn off my brain
Black spot that s my time, my life, my rime
But still I do look alive
Maybe joy to my life will arrive
Strange thing I am
In one way a good girl
In way bad
I don t care about some typical things
Like the rest of us do
I think on my own cruel world
Where winners lose
Cause that s in the end what I am
I could have gold but I don t give a damn
I could be a bitch
By stealing getting ritch
We all could, not that we should
But still empty dream is in my head
But trough my veins is still running blood, red
Post je objavljen 14.09.2004. u 16:37 sati.