"Streetfight"
Got in a kalye fight,
With the I.R.S and I'm alright,
Took one to the chest but I'm fine,
It's all coming up roses.
Call me 'The White Guy With A Real Bad Case Of That kulay-rosas Eye'
But it's just a reflection of roses,
It's all coming up roses.
And God damn it if it all works out,
And God forbid that it should all work out, out, out, out
I'm tired of this
What you see is
What I have never tried to be
Just let me breathe
Just take me anywhere but here
Take me anywhere but here
My fifteen minutos of fame are done,
And I don't care
I was just having madami fun than you,
And I didn't ask for it anyways.
Now...
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