[Intro]

I don't know why the good ones suffer

They think,clowns who walk like rapper

We don't care about any other shits

It's not a show

It's just do it from loved ones

But here most people die of overdose

They don't get this support from loved ones

There is no friendship, family or love given

Just a room with pens and paper

So don't confuse clowns with rappers

[Verse 1]

Beer in hand heart in a bottle

Hear tiny violin

Thinks by our thoughts

Never discuss the dissapointments

Some feelings I feel last 10 years

Still we're talking here

[Verse 2]

Bartender like a therapist

Good times we think never last

Just tryne make things right

Act strong feeling don’t know

Lonely on the road

Latto Way to go

Walking in a cold shoes

Even devil wouldn’t walk in my shoes

Don’t act like give me some love

[Chourds]

I don't know why the good ones suffer

They think,clowns who walk like rapper

We don't care about any other shits

It's not a show

It's just do it from loved ones

But, here most people die of overdose

They don't get this support from loved ones

There is no friendship, family or love given

Just a room with pens and paper

So don't confuse clown with rappers

[Verse 3]

Lonely evenings

Sad nights

Just a lot regrests nothin else

I’m fine I rise up all time

Still, we are chasing our dreams

That's Fine