Beats The Band کے بول

Keep my temper, cool off. Keep my tension, heat on. I don't mind showing my colors. Any yesterdays, and tomorrows. I make no bones about them. No desire to go on with you, nobody can get it's confirmation. I wanna be me, I wanna be free. I don't need to ask for the moon. And I take a beauty sleep until evening comes. Then everything is ready for me. I don't shuffle on the street, refinement is mine. Nobody can get the jump on me. Outdoing myself is my way. And I play with paradox until it's boring. Then I can be ready for beating. I do stride on the street, refuse all mercy. Nobody can get the jump on me. Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, feeds my soul. Every day and night, every situation. I know what I am doing there. Any conversation, any fantasies Can not keep turning me on. Even make a deal with me today, nobody can get it's confirmation. I don't dress to kill, still I bedevil. I don't want a bed of roses.