Lyrics
They can never stand the chance to clip your wings of pride
They wanna ground you coz you're a child to them
But they can never understand that you have the right to dream and fail and dream and fail and dream again
No they don't know that its wrong to judge you without knowing your mind
No no
(No more guestlist for industry people
I used to ring the bell with my fingers on the peephole
Now i´m feeling blessed and I say it with my chest
All my peeps are blesses, Ima say it say it say it,
No more guestlist for industry people
I used to ring the bell with my fingers on the peekhole
Now i´m feeling blessed and I say it with my chest
All my peeps are blessed, come and put me to the test
The highwatermarks of your loneliness
Written by: Daniel Stoyanov
