Tekst piosenki
(verse 1)
(Brahammad):
I used to be the quiet kid of my class
Hoodie up, never talk to anybody
Pass up the cool kids, „would he ever come out of his cage?”
I don’t know man he is in love with
Eminem, hes always thinking up crazy thoughts, gun shots in the head of his bully
Up in his school-he’s always alone, top of the throne in his own
Little world until one day he
Got thrown into-the bathroom, whirled n swirled around, he couldn’t do shit
Yeah he was getting fucked up, spitted on, everything was wrong in the moment.. wanted to cry
All he could do is duck the fuck down and hope for the best
(chorus):
It’s alright, it’s okay
W Everything’s gonna be just fine
Keep ya head up…head up, there is always gonna be tomorrow… tomorrow
You’re gonna make it… make it… oh yeah, karma’s a bitch
(verse 2)
(brahammad)
I’ve had enough i’m STANDING MY GROUND
Against these, un-tough scuffed scums of the earth
I’ve been itching to get my finger on the trigger
Yeah the tables are turning around, i’ll tame your ass
Have you shittin’ on a litter box
Make you look worse than the sox’s record from 1932
Yeah damn straight he just blew
But guess what…? FUCK YOU
I’m finally releasing the load off my back
Getting my back pack
Packing more punks, getting my load on
Unloading on these pussies who tried playing footsies with the wrong motherfucker
And when i’m done, ill just go back to fucking their moms (hah)
Chorus):
It’s alright, it’s okay
W Everything’s gonna be just fine
Keep ya head up…head up, there is always gonna be tomorrow… tomorrow
You’re gonna make it… make it… you see it now? (hah)
(verse 3)
Nobody wanted to test his testicles
But he just had to do what he had to do
He was becoming ill as fuck but nothing to do with the flu
Sick thoughts in his head, he was going at it day to day like if it was his daily bread
He finally had the taste of blood, became an ASSHOLE
Did what he could to get more, nothing could stop him
Not the door, the slippery floor or
That bitch whore he called his girlfriend
He’s gone insane in the membrane, shit
What have I become…
(chorus):
It’s alright, it’s okay
W Everything’s gonna be just fine
Keep ya head up…head up, there is always gonna be tomorrow… tomorrow
You’re gonna make it… make it… was I right…?
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