Truth

I
Fly
In the night time
I lose my mind
Every time, every time

Sipping foreign soda, trying not to drink
I lose my mind, when I’m fucked man
Every time, I don’t think
I'm wearing Prada shades, cause these days
The sunlight, too bright
And I fiend, when its night
Off the Mud too much
When I’m sober, I don’t like really your touch
No

I'm making money, now
My pants cost a thou
They say they love my sound
But they still talk me down
I’ve nothing to be proud
I’m still trash man
I’m still a waster
I’m chasing
Fake friends and fake love
And this feeling
Every weekend

Sipping foreign soda, trying not to drink
I lose my mind, when I’m fucked man
Every time, I don’t think
I'm wearing Prada shades, cause these days
The sunlight, too bright
And I fiend, when its night
Off the Mud too much
When I’m sober, I don’t like really your touch
No

I
Fly
In the night time
I lose my mind
Every time, every time