Hello, Hello, whats going through your head, Hell there boy better get it read…
You used to be so real And all of your love everybody did feel But now your turning into a fake And all our hearts yeah you do break Cause of all those drugs you do take One big asshole of you it does make Sticking all that shit up your nose
Hell man that's where all your money goes. Then you start ripping off your friends, Hell yeah man that's where my story ends Going around to your Mum and Dads
Sticking all their valuables into bags. Going around to the hockshop So once again man you can go and get ripped off But what your looking for inside It's up jumped gone and died
Don't your see your wrongs They can't all be right. Can't you see your days, They've turned into night. Can't you see the sun, Can't you see the moon, Can't you see that Karma will be coming for you. Hello!
Ripping off your friends, Now I don't mind just a little indulgence, But you gotta do it with a conscience.
Now all your into is drugs. Talking your shit man hanging with thugs. Speed equals confidence imagine that But you be acting like a spoiled brat, Thinking that everythings your way Getting what you want but you don't have to pay
Don't listen to a word anyone say . Your gonna wind up in the lockup some day ~
Hello!
Compositor: John Charles Wiltshire-butler ECAD: Obra #21058385 Fonograma #10074295