[Kosta]
Its crazy how loud we can shout
Even with our mouths closed out
Sing that old song for me
Baby I can't go back to sleep

Its crazy how loud we can shout
Even with our mouths closed out
Sing that old song for me
Baby I can't go back to sleep

[Kris]
Now I got a beard to shave
I got some bills to pay
That motherfucker may be in a grave
I don't give a fuck
Im here to win um here to make

Gonna make money
Gonna make cash
Gonna work hard till I get smashed
Gonna think about progress
And leave it all to the past

[Kosta]
Your hands still holding my pass
My chest pumpin to regress
My heart still beating for you
But now you belong to my past

[Kris]
The past that consumes me
But I won't let it happen
Life is going on and I just can't sleep
I'm entering to happiness with with a mothefuckin kick

Lot of things more important in the way
You can say, you can see
Thats my way
Here to stay, here to pay
All the debits from the motherfucker that run away
That run away, ay!
I'm seeing it all trhough the window let me know about the rain
That made a little stain into that little man
Just a mothefucking life and a mothefucking pain

[Kosta]
My mouth still open, but no sound behind
I get on my knees, no God on my eyes
Im drinking the words in my head
Just one more "shot" and then I'll be dead

'Right now there's sorrow, pain don't kill it and with it the joy you felt

My mouth still open, but no sound behind
I get on my knees, no God on my eyes
Im drinking the words in my head
Just one more "shot" and then I'll be dead

[Kris]
Now I am thinking about the future
Those motherfuckers won't fuck me nomore
I'm not the same that I was just before
I give more attention for job than for hoes

Memories not will be trouble
Gonna unravel the unknown
Never more going to mumble
My mind will not be more shuffled