Strider

I got my faults
My brain, she talks
Why you do that?
Losing lots of sleep, to dreams
It's hard to stay ahead of me

Burning all the memories
Falling asleep, falling asleep
You're like the liquor, I like the taste
You're something different, okay okay
I got my faults
My brain, she talks
Why you do that?

Losing lots of sleep, to dreams
It's hard to stay ahead of me
Burning all the memories
Falling asleep, falling asleep
Okay okay
Okay okay okay okay okay