Bump
It messes up everything inside me
It messes up everything inside me
No way I'll let go what I worked for, I'm blinded
If I would rethink all I've sacrificed for it
I would never let anything take control before me
I will bring it up, you should take it for granted
You won't take from me this shit I invented
This scene demands putting it all on the line
No worries 'cause in the end I'll take back what's mine
Fuck
I can't control the chaos
But I can control myself
And all that I'm made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Fuck
I cannot tell you that my sight is blurred
'cause there is always something that reminds me of the murk
My whole mind is strangled, wrestling with thoughts
Can't keep constantly falling in these traps of my own flaws
All the things I keep in my mind they are keeping me up
There is no sense of relief, I have to shout out loud
I know by myself what I should have done by now
Fuck
I can't control the chaos
But I can control myself
And all that I'm made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Don't ask me if it pays off
Fuck
It messes up everything inside me
No way I'll let go what I worked for, I'm blinded
If I would rethink all I've sacrificed for it
I would never let anything take control before me
I will bring it up, you should take it for granted
You won't take from me this shit I invented
This scene demands putting it all on the line
No worries 'cause in the end I'll take back what's mine
Fuck
I can't control the chaos
But I can control myself
And all that I'm made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Fuck
I cannot tell you that my sight is blurred
'cause there is always something that reminds me of the murk
My whole mind is strangled, wrestling with thoughts
Can't keep constantly falling in these traps of my own flaws
All the things I keep in my mind they are keeping me up
There is no sense of relief, I have to shout out loud
I know by myself what I should have done by now
Fuck
I can't control the chaos
But I can control myself
And all that I'm made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
At least I know what I am made of
Don't ask me if it pays off
Don't ask me if it pays off
Fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Filip Pągowski
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