Hustle in the five old years
Do you love and do you feel?
All your working inspiration
Systematic exploration.
Words are great, words are real
Words are desperate and conceal
All your words are so poetic
Generational synthetic
And I will do it on my own again
I will say what I will.
And I will do it on my own again
And I will say what I will.
All my friends are far away
Knees my head in disobey,
I can help but to forget
What is now and what is next
Train a fortune for a soul
What we wanted all along
All your words are so magnetic
Generational apathetic
And I will do it on my own again,
I will say what I will.
And I will do it on my own again,
I will say what I will.
And I will do it on my own again
And I will say what I will.
