Strider کے بول

I got my faults My brain, she talks Why you do that? Losing lots of sleep, to dreams It's hard to stay ahead of me Burning all the memories Falling asleep, falling asleep You're like the liquor, I like the taste You're something different, okay okay I got my faults My brain, she talks Why you do that? Losing lots of sleep, to dreams It's hard to stay ahead of me Burning all the memories Falling asleep, falling asleep Okay okay Okay okay okay okay okay