Текст песни Get Me Outta Here - Malaya

I ain't gotta reason to complain bout s
All the little things that I'm living in
But I ain't never know if the plan still stick
Decided not to chase it, chase it
Regret chasing up my spine
Is this wrong or is this right?
I never know if I don't try
Don't try
Don't try
Is this right?

I thought this shit was over
I thought I lost my time
I thought I fell off and
I thought I lost my shine
But I kept grinding, grinding
But I kept fighting, fighting
I just would pray all night till
My stress would turn to bless
Yea

Tip Toe till I can't tip no more
Keep running till my blood, sweat and tears
Hit the flo
Yea yea

Stepping on egg shells
Trying not to fall in a deep well
Cause I done had enough of the fault line
Run a hundred miles in the nighttime
When is my time?
I been sick of dat
And one more day got me feeling sick
I hate when I get in my way
But what am I supposed to say
When all I really got is me?

I thought this shit was over
I thought I lost my time
I thought I fell off and
I thought I lost my shine
But I kept grinding, grinding
But I kept fighting, fighting
I just would pray all night till
My stress would turn to bless
Yea

Tip Toe till I can't tip no more
Keep
Running till my blood, sweat and tears
Hit the flo
Yea yea