Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.
I don’t make sense yadda yadaaaaa
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers.
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry/ I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride
When I say the people around me, I mean the prisoners, the guards.
I always knew I couldn't sing, but I also knew I had a voice that isn't heard by many, and that I could learn how to stretch it and make songs sound good.