Try to see myself what goes on.
Make it up myself, I'll never.
Always told my thoughts aloud,
Then another day I shut up.
Chorus:
Back to the sand,
Doing what you can.
Bound to be gone,
Damned a loser.
Found out right then they were fed up,
Cause everybody said to shut up.
Yeah!
Thought that you might care what goes on
Try to say "what up?"; I'm fed up
Everybody said I shoot up
But I just gotta tell them what up?
Chorus:
Down with the sun
I knew that I was done
Did it to my self
Did it to my self, and then
Everybody's stirring shit up
'Cause everybody tells me "shut up"