Pushin’ foreign cars, I’m a certified star
They don’t get what you’re trying to say,
Do you know how it feels to be made fun of repeatedly?
If I had to use one word to describe my first love
V doesn't need to press the detonator on Parliament,
It's already crumbling; the pillars of it's institution are falling, democracy is dying, disorderly conduct is rising,
The Bullingdon Boy is tantruming, he wants his own way, a ruined economy for his autonomy.
If you get offended when I say happiness is a choice,
By March or April everyone at school was begging for summer
Over a year since our promise