Man you do be lookin like a playboy
Something tells me you fucked all of the playgirls
Now i wonder why you stares at a mirror
Like you wanna prove yourself, you more than just a man
But please hear me out
You probably think you're more
Than blood flushing your soul
You can't be driving on a sideway
I told you life isn't a choice
You got yourself a lucky one
So why you fucking up?
Boy, the fuck you even mean?
I ain't a guy with just a dick
Bla bla bla
Talking and talking and talking again, ah
You be crying and crying
But boy you can't get out
You're stuck with needs and vices
Get use to trouble
Boy you won't beat this virus
Kings,
What a funny word
What a silly lie
From Mother Nature
We shall be
Kings
From birth to the ground
We shall be kings of the world
King of the worlds
Every man is a lie
Has a monkey crying inside
From birth to the ground
We might shall be kings but
At the end
We, men
Shall be kings of ourselves