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The Script - Duet Whit Bo Bruce Lyrics

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid
They can read all about it, read all about it
Oh

Nothing to hide
Strive for the smother
Suffered and cried
Strife made me tougher
Never mumbled or shy'd
The trouble I rise above em
Expectations to get rep
Ain't never begged yet

When I wanted to get pence, hustle,
To be, I'm exactly what my neck says.. Lucky
That sket said I tried to cash in on my dad's death,
I wanted to vent but I said fuck who
After all you were never kin to me,
Family is something that you never been to me,
In fact making it harder for me to see
My father was the only thing that
You ever did for me
Mary's ambition, she wants to be a politician

She's been dreaming about it since she was a girl
She thought, that she'd be the one who could change the world
Always tryna pave the way for women in a man's world
But life happened, house, kids, two cars, husband hits the jar,
Checks that don't go very far now
Now she ain't making changes, she keeps her mind on her wages
The only rattling cages are her own