I Gotta

Hey, babe it was really nice to meet you

But all these mothefuckers think I'm dying to go back with you

And I was born crying, naked and with no teeth, dude

Ya think I need you? I can get people on drive-thru

What about the things you said?

It made me feel so peaceful

Don't you think I'm a impulsive bitch

You can barely talk to?

Do you? And what about the impossible

High expectations you put me through?

J-lo said I ain't your mamma, you better call for food

And everybody knows, that I know that you know I'm speechless

You make big deal out of nothing like if you were eminem

What? You think I won't laugh to support your pain?

There is no worst story or worst game

But there is wrong choices n' they're all the same

What kinda desperate looser try not to laugh at things?

C'mon honey, you think I'm scared?

Your "lifesorry" is not a threaten like you said

You never seen my other side, my best friend is linda blair

You possessed, don't you recognize?

I won't, I won't stay home tonight

I need a story-teller to say everything's fine

I gotta understand that portuguese's fine

But this cage won't ever take me to paradise

And I keep counting 1-2-3

And I keep counting 3-2-1

I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun

But I gotta work this out before my life's done

This hall of fame is so full of talent

I can't waste my time with those selfish bastards

When you hope they'll lift up, they bring you down

There is no such place as our house

And I think you never been a good child

But the time with me made you grow up in a while

And I think I never been an easy kid

But the time with you only made me feel an unreleased bitch

And now I'm here with my suicide squad

Shooting everyone that ones made me stop trying

But this hall of fame is so full of talent

I can't compete with all these disney actors

Does anyone knows why on earth people love to survive?

Did anyone tell them life may not be just about surviving?

Why do they keep talking shit between sheets?

They keep judging people by the color of their skin

They keep judging people

By the gender they're in love with

Are these people unfulfilled?

They don't know about their sins

I don't have any religion but the God I believe

Would definitely want you to move on

Instead of keep talking sh*t

I won't, I won't stay home tonight

I need a story-teller to say everything's fine

I gotta understand that portguese's fine

But this cage won't ever take me to paradise

And I keep counting 1-2-3

And I keep counting 3-2-1

I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun

But I gotta work this out before my life's done

And I gotta work this out before my life's done

And I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I gotta

Work this out before my life's done

These roads and nowhere to go

The problems and the toasts

The rumors and the goals

The prostitute's love

The money they spend, hard'working is not for them

Slave-control that how they make it work

The drugs, the dealers, the drinks, caipirinha

All this mess in your chest won't give you satisfaction

But if I tell you their reactionis

No more than a song-writing

And if I tell you that street

Had never seen so many people walking

But unfortunately they don't see like going straight to me

Unfortunately they are actually in opposite ways again

My heroes went straight to santa fé

Trying to fight against the overdose into their brain

Mean-while I was llistening to Lana Del Rey

Not any other girl on earth will ever make me feel the same

Is time for me to wake up and pack my things ms.grey

I supposed to be a doctor but I crearly missbehave

And from all that I can say my talents are all gone

I might've left one

And I'm putting in this song

I won't, I won't stay home tonight

I need a story-teller to say everything's fine

I gotta understand that portuguese's fine

But this cage won't ever take me to paradise

And I keep counting 1-2-3

And I keep counting 3-2-1

I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun

But I gotta work this out before my life's done

And I gotta work this out before my life's done

And I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta

Work this out before my life's done

I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun

I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun