Lady Luck - Mix Mob

I don’t give a fuck about my lady luck

Cause she don’t see what I see

I don’t care about you — you don’t care about me (Care about me)

I don’t give a fuck about my lady luck

Cause she don’t see what I…

I think about the days that we spend dealing with this struggle

Up and down the mountain — rising in my bursted bubble

Trouble thrives in the path we’ve chosen

Don’t know where I’m goin'

Leaving my life frozen

At times the beast suffocates my mind

Takes up all my time

It’s leaving my friends behind

Remind myself of glory that we seekin'

Five days a week and even on the weekend

Three jobs: one that pays the bills

One that makes me crazy, one that cures my ills

Lady luck could give a fuck about me

Knuckle to the bone baby

I don’t care about you — you don’t care about me (Care about me)

I don’t give a fuck about my lady luck

Cause she don’t see what I see

I don’t care about you — you don’t care about me (Care about me)

I don’t give a fuck about my lady luck

Cause she don’t see what I…

So many ways we take hits — I’m ready for whatever

Don’t know how to quit — I’m never saying never ever

Forever fight to the death with you devils

Runnin' with my rebels — peaking on another level

And I’ll destroy you dirty little demons

Try to break my team and I’m leaving you dead… screamin'

Feening for the fame and the money

You running at the mouth — I’m telling you «KEEP IT COMIN'»

Three words: I GOT HEART

A lion in the dark and I’m tearin' your ass apart

Lady luck could give a fuck about me

Knuckle to the bone baby

I don’t care about you — you don’t care about me (Care about me)

I don’t give a fuck about my lady luck

Cause she don’t see what I see

I don’t care about you — you don’t care about me (Care about me)

I don’t give a fuck about my lady luck

Cause she don’t see what I… what I see

What’s a game without goal?

Spirit without a soul?

Death before a life

Born to dig a hole

I live for my dream

Scrap for my team

But the fake I can’t take

They make me wanna… hit the wall

Hit it with both fists

Dirty devils- I got you on my hitlist

They make me wanna… hit the wall

Hit it with both fists

Dirty devils- I got you on my hitlist

Now hear this

I’ll cut you with my knife

Burn you with my fire if you’re fuckin' with my better life

Look to my eyes, the fire in my eyes

It’s burnin', burnin'! Look into my eyes

I don’t care about you don’t care about me

And what I do

In this life it’s Do or Die