Transcript (en)

I'm a fan of the Kerosene to come in, what I gotta do? I don't call this shit no more I've used to have a new taste in truth Real color me red, real color me blue The face of a coin and they both ain't true Is it different for me? Is it different for you? Got me feeling this is unusual And I love it more It got me and my feelings over on this wall And my knees is Kerosene, dopamine, chemical and juice Fantasy and fame, yet the things sit true Show me hate, show me love, make me bulletproof Yeah, we call this shit no more