My hopes were high
But I was never high
Down low by the beach
Begging a boat from the cross overs
I see you on TV
You go to space
I just need a space to go
Do you see me?
I'm telling you
You're poor at being rich
I'm screaming rich
At being poor
You're telling me
It's a bitch you're waiting for
I'm spitting bliss
You're not my savior
When I wake up
In the evening
It's not cool to be
In a dead land no
With no duck
No foe, no one
My hopes were high
But I was never high
Down low by the beach
Begging a boat from the cross overs
Since you washed my face with a kiss
I feel the warm smoke of the fired gun go
Let me be I'm done
When I wake up
In the evening
It's not cool to be
In a dead land no
With no duck
No foe, no one
You're telling me
Like you I was supposed to be
Chosen one
I've seen it through
My black eyes on
My futur was meant to be bright
Now no one can deny
This is the fight we have to
Win