[ Featuring Golovanova ]
I guess my hands were made of trends
And all my moves are aftermath of wrong ideals
Maybe my eyes were made from fears
And fears were also used for chest
I guess my goals have lost their soul
I looked at plastic shit and saw it as a brilliant
All rules of play seemed to be so familiar
And so did feeling of wanting more
I wanna win this game
Even if I have to waste time
I wanna change those rules
Even if I'll step into the fire
Hustle culture made me
Rise and grind
Sometimes I feel a lack of power
Sometimes my future isn't bright
Have no idea what I'm doing
But I'm doing it right
I'm sure this path is not for rest
And every move should be like some kind of rebellion
It's not acceptable behavior
But I'm too young to build my nest
I volunteered to act in stranger's <<now and then>>
I left my mind for stranger's lines
I've held my breath for far too long
But now I'm getting back my leading role
Sometimes I feel a lack of power
Sometimes my future isn't bright
Have no idea what I'm doing
But I'm doing it right
I wanna win this game
Even if I have to lose time
Sometimes I feel a lack of power
Sometimes my future isn't bright
Have no idea what I'm doing
But I'm doing it right
Sometimes I feel a lack of power
Sometimes my future isn't bright
Have no idea what I'm doing
But I'm doing it right
Sometimes I feel a lack of power
Sometimes my future isn't bright
Have no idea what I'm doing
But I'm doing it right
