I choose my own path
With a tough attitude
Like a locomotive going recklessly down the track, ayy
By a fierce hurricane, umbrellas flip inside-out
The faultfinder's last day, haha, serves them right
Go back woodcutter, there's nothing to cut here
There is no way they can lower my ego I stick to my principles
Horns get louder and grander
Here they come
Villains make my blood boil and circulate throughout my body
All eyes on the gathering of the famous thunderous ones are
Freezing cold but I know we'll burn forever
I don't care how they look at me
I'll always say what I have to say
(thunderous Stray kids)
"I am tired" Audra groaned, running with her arms hanging beside her. She was exhausted. Nicole paid no heed to her complaints running in front of her on the hills adjoining the castle.
