SeasaigĂ, tĂş ar do ghlĂşine they're doing it to ya constantly An individual is surely what ya want to be you're born to stand out Live your fantasy before they eat you up and spit you out and laugh at ye Fan socair, bĂ dĂograiseach is cloĂgh le do phlean mucker There'll be push backs but relax siocair, gur seo do thriailse Do shaol atá ann brother It's a philosophy
I prayed to the devil, let me be rich instead, he said “You'll no longer be skint but you'll be sick in the head Nà bheidh tú riamh sna sráideanna ach agatsa, beidh fadhbanna You want this for náideanna sa bhreis when you're paid? ” Yes!
“You're a mad cunt Mo Chara”
Sound! I'll be back for a fat loan tomorrow that's me never getting dressed Depressed and always para throwing tantrums in my mansion, am I embarrassed? Nah
Compositores: Thomas Mackenzie Bell (Toddla T), Adrian Louis Richard Mcleod (Adrian Mcleod), Naoise Iarla O Caireallain (Moglai Bap), Liam Og Sean Hanna (Liam Og O Hannaidh), James John O Dochartaigh ECAD: Obra #41961041