Amala Grill Z

[Part I: Amala]
[Intro]
Amala, oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
(Luck, luck, luck)

[Verse 1]
All she care about is money in the 6th speed, I can’t get her anything
Pain is what I bleed, I don’t know how to put out a speech
Can’t speak, can’t breath, laying on the deep end
I can’t, I can’t sleep in
Thinkin' about you oh, way daily
Oh-oh-oh
Amala, look what you’ve done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You think I haven’t known but I’ve already known

[Chorus]
Yeah, so don’t call me when you’re drunk
Amala, look what you’ve done, my heart is so numb
I can’t touch the celling, with my cigarette lungs
Amala, look what you’ve done, I can’t feel my face under the sun
I don’t know how to feel about it, maybe I am your son

[Verse 2]
Making money every day, I’m not gonna waste it on her
When I’m not around her, I gеt paid (Bet, ye- ye- yеah)
That’s why she don’t make money any day
I stay awake, even when I’m asleep
I know you think that’s a lie, but I hope you know I’m not in too deep (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, I’m not in too deep, no