CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : ​​changes (pt. 2)

Made changes
(I know I've said I tried to heal, but I'm only gettin' sicker)

Ayy
Ball seven times a day
Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display
And if you're home, could you say sorry to my dad for me?
I was such a sad kid
Bring your guillotine, let's rewind it like a bad dream
Such a crime, killed time, blood wine, I'm fine
Lost a year of my life
'Cause I'm Third Eye Blind
Feel like Abraham, feel like Comic Sans
Overused for that paper for the gram
Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy

Yes, I've been working and hurting and burping
Need, like, three sermons to get through the day
Allergic to lies, I'm always in hives
But, no, I don't need your epipen, I got my own
Slept over in my kitchen
The roaches ate my chicken
I flamed those little wings
Call it Kentucky-fried
Made changes