Funk215

Oh no, another day goes by where I just can't get around Another day goes by with my face flat on the ground Another day goes by I tried I'm looking down Alright, another day goes by where I might not just get high Another day goes by where I just can't even try Another day goes by I tried I'm looking down, down, down Wait, you walk into a foreign land Just as it fell into your hand I'm only doing what you won't And can you make it on your own Tell me something that you don't want to hear Tell me something you whisper in my ear Tell me something that I just cannot see Tell me something that you would not believe You walk into a foreign land Just as it fell into your hand I'm only doing what you won't And can you make it on your own You walk into a foreign land Just as it fell into your hand I'm only doing what you won't And can you make it on your own You walk into a foreign land Just as it fell into your hand I'm only doing what you won't And can you make it on your own