Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me off
Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me
Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me off
Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me off
I sing the blues, 'cause I didn't choose
In this life, I'm not yet being amused
I wanna billion dollar, Bentleys and rolls
Three star Michelin restaurants foods
I wanna hot Barbie, sitting right by me
Taycan Porsche, red ass Ferrari
I want every f*ckin' bitch in the world to want me
I want every bitch in the world to want me
Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me off
Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me off
I have nothing, I feel invisible
God, please I need a miracle
Before I turn to a heartless criminal
God, please I need a miracle
God, please show me the way
Before my hair turns to grey
God, please show me the way
Before my hair turns to grey
Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me off
Cut me off, but it's my fault
So shame on me, cut me off