UUUGH
Im fed up with some youngsters
Yelling my name so nonstop
Yea - Im pointing my blaster
Shooting - all of them bastards
Awoken from a slumber
It was like a blockbuster
Yea I feel like rockstar
Eating meatballs with pasta
Playing with real gangsters
Slicing down the red lobster
Awoken from a slumber
It was like a blockbuster
Waiting for summertime
With many heart attacks
I know Im gonna cry
And the sun will arise
Thinking to my mind
Yeah... different rhymes
Im not social guy
And Im trying, Im trying
Yeah. Near the hive
I just walk on the line
And Im not gonna lie
Lie lie lie
Thank God my heart is blessed
I mean
Like it was last summer
Thank God my heart is blessed
I mean
Like it was last summer
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH
U Take a look whats on?
I'll take a pen and write some
Ye U can hear me for sure
I'll change the plan and then hide some
U Take a look whats on?
U Take a look whats on?
Yeaaah
Thank God my heart is blessed
I mean
Like it was last summer
Thank God my heart is blessed
I mean
Like it was last summer
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Im tired of constant struggle, Im mean it
Fuck it
Im tired of constant struggle, Im mean it
Fuck it
Im tired of constant struggle, Im mean it
Fuck it
Im tired of constant struggle, Im mean it
Fuck it