No Work On Monday - Waste Your Bullets

My fails are what you love
You say I'm not a star
You're talking shit about the songs I wrote
But rock to them when you're own your own
Guess I have what you want
Do you think I'm such a fool
To buy into one word from you
And do you think your trash talk really
Stops me now
Don't waste your bullets if they ain't gonna hit
Next time, make sure that you don't miss
Your envy tells me that I'm where I wanna get
You try to shoot me down
But get me back on track
My tracks won't fill the halls
Ain't got no skills at all
You rant about how I'm dull and old
But check the count of my followers
Guess I do what you can't
Don't you see that you're the fool
The gun you hold is aimed at you
And don't you see there's nothing
That can stop me now
Don't waste your bullets if they ain't gonna hit
Next time, make sure that you don't miss
Your envy tells me that I'm where I wanna get
You try to shoot me down
But get me back on track
Shout out to everyone who said
I was never gonna make this happen
You say I'm not good enough
You say I'm not born for this
But you know what?!
I can't be that bad
As long as you can't stop talking about me
Don't waste your bullets if they ain't gonna hit
Next time, make sure that you don't miss
Your envy tells me that I'm where I wanna get
You try to shoot me down
But get me back on track
Don't waste your bullets if they ain't gonna hit
Next time, make sure that you don't miss
Your envy tells me that I'm where I wanna get
You try to shoot me down
But get me back on track

Written by:
Johannes Vogt

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