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• Artiste: KOPS
• Titre: Part Of Life
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Pour me one more, I'm afraid of failing Took me a while but I've learnt to face it Feelin' my face, Yeah I'm fairly faded Paradox drunk, oh lord, I hate this You can't fail if you don't try, how nice You only get one life, roll dice Break a leg, alright? I'll try Let a chance run by, oh my I, Something's creepin' in my mind that I don't like I, Dirty thoughts and dreams keepin' me up at night I, But I couldn't lie, I like what I like but I don't feel alive I, Closely keeping secrets's just a part of life I, I, Closely keeping secrets's just a part of life Tryna catch breath, it's a failing mission Give me what's mine, I deserve to fit in Say it like it is, no, I'm bad for business So whaddaya mean frontal lobes?! Whaddaya mean, where's the dope?! You can't fail if you don't try, how nice You only get one life, roll dice Break a leg alright? I'll try Let a chance run by, oh my I, Something's creepin' in my mind that I don't like I, Dirty thoughts and dreams keepin' me up at night I, But I couldn't lie, I like what I like but I don't feel alive I, Closely keeping secrets's just a part of life I, I, Closely keeping secrets's just a part Of life Baby, it's just me I know that I'm Wrong for being like this Still can't deny I like what I like But I don't feel alive Closely keeping secrets just to keep my life I, Something's creepin' in my mind that I don't like I, Dirty thoughts and dreams keepin' me up at night I, But I couldn't lie, I like what I like but I don't feel alive I, Closely keeping secrets's just a part of life I, Closely keeping secrets's just a part of life, I Bam para puh puh rara dura dura dum Yeah, yeah, yeah Closely keeping secrets's just a part of life So whaddaya mean, frontal lobes!? Whaddaya mean, where's the dope!?