Letra de 93

Wake up, where the fuck you been Mess up everytime I win Give up, just to let you in Afraid of wrinkling my skin Wrinkling my skin I kiss everyone I meet I wish I was on my feet But I won’t be till 93 I’ll be the one to make it out Wound in salt I'm honest to a fault Oh, I’ll be The one to make it out Wound in salt I'm honest to a fault I want everyone I know To see just how far I’ll go I wish I could just get out But I won’t just get off the couch I kiss everyone I meet To show just how much I mean I wish I was on my feet But I won’t be till 93 Be till 93 Be till 93