All my talk goes to lyrics, tired of disputes, they are so mean, It's just a waste of time, to talk about it, The same goes like this, people need it.

You just spend time with your friends, no money, you say, its easy laugh on your face, all the people need it, they have to eat and benefit from it.

You like your own style, you risk everything, you are bound to your own needs, you really like your own gods, it´s money for you, you have no loving style.