Waz up þetta er önnur rýma mín, geri mitt besta
I woke up in a cold sweat, shakin a fist
who woulda thought that a woman could make me this pissed
it made me think back, to the days of livin with mom
Ive got nothin left to give, what could be given is gone
I know to give in is wrong, but it was just a part of tradgedy
to think I coulda bin with you and start a family
it ripped apart the man in me, and made me think twice
that the grass was greener on the other side of this life
and with everything that happened, I settled with it
I learned to ride the bike of life and I peddled it quick
I have my doubts but still, I'll prolly love someone again
but untill then, Im focused, let the Dove pick up a pen
and express the shit inside, and learn to write of my life
cause way back in the day, I thought you might be a wife

Vondandi er finnst ykkur hún góð