Ma'Cheri

I'm treading water. Going under. What did you say? My friends implore me "Don't do it, You'll get your heart smashed to the ground, no way around it" My friends assure me "You're too good for this, Something better waits for you beyond the

If you ask me what streets I'm from You'd probably laugh at me You'd expect me to tell you tales Of friends I'd made ran into trouble with And all those sorts of things If you ask me what songs I know You'd raise your hands in the air They're not coo