Lyrics
Many days and many nights; wasted youth under the streetlights.
Cat calls and ugly fights; we’re all about our Miranda rights
We’ve spent so many days inside four cold walls, the dark surrounding me.
And so I thought to myself about myself, my wealth, my misery.
Many nights and many times the trouble in life lends reason to rhyme
In the end I’ll be fine. I’m at my peak. Proof of my pride.
There is no dilemma in life that can’t be solved with hypocrisy from me
Shoot from the hip. Never underestimate me.
Many times and many a prize, one missed chance, one more surprise
It’s all right if problems arise. Little things in life you miss when you die
In the end we’re all self-centered drama queens and kings with fantasies
But that’s all cool you know because that’s all we got to believe.