A Mi Modo
Ivonne Galaz
My Way
Pure Humble Ranch
This is My Way
Let's get it
Always with irritated eyes, I've been going through it
I don't need any saints or their bullshit
With an open mind always and a notebook in my hand
'Cause I like to write about what I see and what I do
As if my mind was being controlled
The devil took my hand, inviting me to heaven
Pray to God still, if you're messing with the bad guy
If you don't know what I'm talking about, better stay quiet
Chillin' in the house
That's how it is, Ivonne Galaz
Oh, oh, oh
(My turn, ha)
My lyrics are mine, I've never stolen from anyone
I don't have a business, I've figured it out on my own
I can whip up a song in less than twenty minutes
Don't be impressed, but I do it straight from my head
Even if they say I'm cutting throats, I never cared
To fools and crazies, this story's always been told
That's how they do me, I'm gonna keep expressing
No bad comes without some good, and this has cost me
Tell me, Paul
(That's it)
