Bom dia sextaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!

I started thinking you know I started drinking,

I don't (really) remember too much of that day.

Something struck me funny when we ran out of money.

Where do you go now when you're only 15?

With the music execution and the talk of revolution,

It bleeds in me

And it goes

Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals

Give 'em the boot you know I'm a radical

Give 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereo