Hunting days are now a shame
To see somebody ambition to me 
Roots your hair 
Keep me on my mean star 
There's a chance
    
Wait for a friend 
They say are your feet 
Far great to the bombs 
No one and on my own
Dream away
Keep me on my mean stone 
There's my chance  
    
I hide away 
Got the attitude 
Host it on my back door 
    
Got the attitude
Host it on my back door