Behind the Scenes
It's like old times, they hear me coming through your fingers
You didn't get my shit like it always
I know you can't get it out by my sound
You didn't get my shit like it always
I know you can't get it out by my sound
I know you can't get it out by my sound
Falling again and feeling better than me
It makes no sense, makes no right
Breaking your arm and smiling again
But it makes no sense, makes no right
Driving your nose and you spin up and down
It makes no sense, makes no right
Left and right and you crush on your face
Doesn't make any sense, makes no right
So here comes the question
What's your rule?
Rules made for you are meant to be broken
So what's your voice?
About the rules
Rules are made
They're broken, strange but it's true
Riding your board all day long
It makes no sense, makes no right
