Critical 歌詞

I wake up at the grocery store A trip from the second floor Nobody wants the man inside of me Cause I am not lying on TV Let me die here Spread my words and sins Keep me in the dark Finishing the start All this mess, you can't complain You’ve made me critical Routine is turning me into a poor man Coming back to my front door I see the bills waiting for my ability I hide things that I don't like to see