…i am driver, i am winner, things are gonna change, i can feel it…
one more outburst sir and I will strangle you with my microphone wire, you understand me!?
Kchurvi! Rytmus
India, here i come!
You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of our friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a messNo, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what
I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for youAll of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I amBut these stories don’t mean anything
If you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true, that I was made for you