Текст песни Tacoma God - IVVS

You wonder how I am
And I've been fine
Since the day you left
I've kinda felt peace

But I'm not a god
I'm not a god
I'm not a god
I think I am, but not your kind

You were a god on that Tacoma
A god who talks like child
I know you want to make me happy
Just give me five years to sort this out
And your complex of a god, with your women on the side
A god back in Florida, in the swamp
I know you want to reach that place
Where you rich friends are now
(I'm tired)