I’ve been praying, Yeah! Praying, dreaming about love. Real love. This is just only fake love tho. Love can just go shove itself down the rough trash. Lush it all off from my shoulder, yeah! Brush it off my shoulders, yeah. Hopes that it goes down the boulder, yeah! The more older I get the more colder I’ll become. Regrets and threats that i get alla time, ain’t nun new babe, yeah!