Mic check, one, two, ay

Now you listen to the sound of a rebel
Of rats running through under cities and ghettoes
A treasure box always be found at the lower level
And I'm the rat that made a deal with the devil

Call a therapist, he's a bit crazy
No, I'm not pissed,
Feel free to hate me
But you gotta stop forcing your opinion on me
I'm here for myself not to make your day complete
Oh why, oh why

Tell me why, tell me why
Do you divide everything into piecеs ?
Tell me why, tell mе why
Should I treat you like a princess ?
Don't try to judge me, I'm not a suspect
It's too much, I refuse to accept it
Imagine why, imagine why
We all bleed the same red