Outta line

Goin' down the road
Standin' for somethin' (that) ain't right
I don't need no reason
I commited no crime
I don't need no drugs
I don't need medicines
I was born to fuck up
I'm naturally junk

You never know nothing
And are always below
Fellin' like a millionaire
In a damn bank row
I don't need your promises
I don't need your lies
I got all my friends
Right here by my side

I just want to live my life while I'm alive
I'll pay my dues with God when I die
I don't wanna hear you say, I'll make my own way
I've been waiting for...