 So why we cheering? Why we chasing? Why the bottom? Why the basement? Why we gotta achieve the immigration? Why the fear for the need to replace me? You're the wrong way, drunk and the good I went up in the beach in town where we could be at Like a heart in a brass way, shit You take it to the well, you're hurt and you take the pain But I keep walking on, keep open the doors Keep open for, that the dog is yours Keep also home, cause I don't wanna live in a broken home Girl, I'm begging