 I learned to be myself while we're cheering, while we're chasing Why the bottom? Why the basement? Why we got to achieve and embrace it? Why the fear for the need to replace me? You're the wrong way, drunk and the good But when I'm in the beach, I tell you where we could be at Like a heart in a bad way, shit You take a bit away, you're hurt and you take the bait But I keep walking on, keep opening doors Keep walking faster than the dog is yours Keep also home, cause I don't wanna live in a broken home Girl, I'm begging