You know what,
I’m sick of all the haters always having a reason to complain about this music and the way I live my fucking life
I can’t believe these suck-ups from the authorities
Telling me that my nightlife is to be cut short Closing clubs at three instead of five, six and seven Not even considering my afterparty on a Sunday fucking morning Ha,
I’m gonna get mashed up before the sun goes down I’m gonna get drunk too quick in the pub And I’m gonna pop pills in the lines to the club Don’t try to fucking understand me, just let me escape from reality Ain’t nobody telling me what to do or what not to do
This is my life,
this is my music,
so fuck you!
