These Times testo – Michael Jackson

Back on the streetAnother Friday nightWasted away againSaturday morning, Saturday nightIt's all the fucking sameSunday comes and it comesAnd I can't cope 'cause I know what's to come Call it a waste of time for meBut I don't need to be judgedI won't be caught looking back'Cause these times aren't over yetI'll be livin' for the momentWith no regrets In your face is where we'll beDon't try to cross the line'Cause you can't fuck with meWe don't give a fuck