Good karma, bad karma

I don't really got a clue why I give up on shit that you insist on so fuckin often
You took me to the party last night I don't know how come but I was the only one sober
I mean that music and guys which were pretty nice, it's all okay, but I'm awkward
I don't know how to call that
I expect you to yelling at me like" why do you quit all the time?please, think it over"
I won't think it over

Probably it's all me myself and I shit when I want to be alone and decide what's the point
You stubbornly crawling into my brain with your helpful helping, that's such a perfect destroy
And at first time it's okay but it turns me away from you cause you know I'm not a toy
I'm just kinda Pinnokio here, they tell I'm a tree, but I know I am a real boy

And all them prophesies are like really far-going. You know that. It's all about goddamn privacy here
I ain't down for these things, and the punishment's boring. They keep on trying to collapsing me
No one is really free.
They're mentioning Jesus but I only hear disses. I'm falling to pieces without any reasons.
Cause when you try to be yourself it causes bad karma.
And when you're pleasing someone else it causes good karma.


This shit is crazy