I feel good, I walk alone
But then I trip by myself and I fall
I, I stand up, and then I'm okay
But then you break that sh*t
That makes me want to scream
You can’t stop my voice cause
You dont own my life but
Do what you want (with my body)
Do what you want (with my body)
I could be the drink in your cup
I could be the green in your blunt
Your "pusha" man, ya I got what you want
You want to escape all of the crazy sh*t
You're the mailman, I'm the president
I'd love to hear you sing, girl
