God Bless
Haaaa
God bless them pretty people that can fall back on their smiles
I wasn't born so lucky, so I gotta stand my ground
I might not have the charm to but I'll work my ass to be
The greatest of the greatest, bet that you'll remember me
(Yeah, yeah)
I got the trauma
I can make drama
Give me the chance to
And I'll put you in a comma
A fkn immigrant that came here from the south
I've got an accent but I spit more than your mouth
Mental health issues
Give me some tissues
'Cause I've been holding back tears
Since I said goodbye to my kid shoes
I left it all behind for this 2013
Just me, my dad, my mom, my Tomi and a dream
Sometimes I think it wasn't meant to be
Another lonely guy dies with their dream
Cause I'm working my ass off
And everywhere that I look
There's an empty crowd with no love
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
And tell my dad to leave it all behind
I'm grown but I've got scars now
They go too deep in my heart
Was all of this worth it at the end?
Would I have been different if I stayed?
If I was born pretty, would you cheer?
Cause everyone's my friend, but they ain't here
Running round in circles thinking maybe I'm the problem
But they haven't told me shit so maybe they're just busy working
I know that I'm intense, but I mean all the fucking best
I'm never backstabbing a bitch, regardless what that asshole said
I'm everyone's free therapist but no one seems to listen
And when I ask for a time to speak they all kinda just ditch me
I might put on a smile each day
But that don't mean I want to stay
God bless them pretty people that can fall back on their smiles
I wasn't born so lucky, so I gotta stand my ground
I might not have the charm to but I'll work my ass to be
The greatest of the greatest, bet that you'll remember me
You'll remember me
God bless them pretty people that can fall back on their smiles
I wasn't born so lucky, so I gotta stand my ground
I might not have the charm to but I'll work my ass to be
The greatest of the greatest, bet that you'll remember me
(Yeah, yeah)
I got the trauma
I can make drama
Give me the chance to
And I'll put you in a comma
A fkn immigrant that came here from the south
I've got an accent but I spit more than your mouth
Mental health issues
Give me some tissues
'Cause I've been holding back tears
Since I said goodbye to my kid shoes
I left it all behind for this 2013
Just me, my dad, my mom, my Tomi and a dream
Sometimes I think it wasn't meant to be
Another lonely guy dies with their dream
Cause I'm working my ass off
And everywhere that I look
There's an empty crowd with no love
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
And tell my dad to leave it all behind
I'm grown but I've got scars now
They go too deep in my heart
Was all of this worth it at the end?
Would I have been different if I stayed?
If I was born pretty, would you cheer?
Cause everyone's my friend, but they ain't here
Running round in circles thinking maybe I'm the problem
But they haven't told me shit so maybe they're just busy working
I know that I'm intense, but I mean all the fucking best
I'm never backstabbing a bitch, regardless what that asshole said
I'm everyone's free therapist but no one seems to listen
And when I ask for a time to speak they all kinda just ditch me
I might put on a smile each day
But that don't mean I want to stay
God bless them pretty people that can fall back on their smiles
I wasn't born so lucky, so I gotta stand my ground
I might not have the charm to but I'll work my ass to be
The greatest of the greatest, bet that you'll remember me
You'll remember me
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Writer(s): Matias Gonzalez Hernandez
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