It's hard to talk when the time is passing
And you know that you gotta go
It's hard so write when you Fa is behind you
It's hard to express yourself
I'ts hard to understand why they try
Try to know about me spying...
If they want to know something about
They just have to ask...
But they just Don't do it
I'm getting stressed to listen to him
Behind me, chewing and chewing
I'm getting really stressed
I can't listen to my blues...
I can't listen to Nat, odetta or anyone!
He thinks that music is Bullshit
And that I'm a
little piece of crap for loving it
So here I am!
His piece of crap!
Much better than him!
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