Critical by Ma de Newton Lyrics

I wake up at the grocery store
A trip from the second floor
Nobody wants the man inside of me
Cause I am not lying on TV

Let me die here
Spread my words and sins
Keep me in the dark
Finishing the start
All this mess, you can't complain
You’ve made me critical

Routine is turning me into a poor man
Coming back to my front door
I see the bills waiting for my ability
I hide things that I don't like to see

Let me die here
Spread my words and sins
Keep me in the dark
Finishing the start
All this mess, you can't complain
You’ve made me critical