People

People taking pieces of me
Yeah
What do you want me to be
People taking pieces of me

You got me on the floor
And it's begin to be a joke
You making eyes
Everytime I shoot my dice
You come on me like a decease
And your killing my energy
Sent from the bottom, of the bottom of the earth so ni-nice
Sent from the bottom, of the bottom of the earth so nice
You'll be so nice

I can't relate anymore
I feel like closing my store
But you know you'll catch exactly what you need
Ha but now [?]
I'm in trouble I can't reach you all
No no, don't taking your mischief out on me
Said, don't go taking you mischief out on me

People taking pieces of me
No
What do you want me to be
People taking pieces of me

People taking pieces of me
No
What do you want me to be
People taking pieces of me