Texty:
My Turn To Win

What do we do this for? There's no contest There's no score. We're screaming for something more Than what we have. So what do we do this for?

Why can't I make you see That all this conflict is killing me There's a place that we all can be free. Is it inside you? Cause it's inside me. We

too far and now my back's up against the wall. and i'd rather bleed than be pushed away from this. i'm here to say, i'm here to stay. won't turn my

From where i am i can open my eyes and find where i stand and i will not turn and run, im not giving up until the damage is done i might be stacked

You've worn my patience thin. But I'm not giving in. This time I've had it up to here. With all the things you say About a better way Maybe you

Well ive heard enough im speaking my mind ive got a point to make without peace, we cant win, why cant you see that we are one and the same i know

Lady GaGa] You my phone star And I'm happy when my lights flashin' 'Cause you on my receiver Habba, habba Honey, baby you so sexy that you should win

it up 'til you say my name Like a jersey, jersey, shittin' down the game Be my head coach so you can put me in And never take me off 'til you can taste the win

let me hide Defend my honor Protect my pride The good advice I always hated But looking back It made me greater You always told me Forget the haters Just get my money Just get my