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Always been like my mother,
Now I act like my father,
Asked myself in the mirror:
Tell me, what kind of man are ya?
Cause growing up is a crossroad,
I wear blood like unfollow,
When the truth dreams are so hollow,
Then what kind of man are ya?
Tell me what kind of man turned you into who you are?
What kind of man are ya?
And what kind of man made you think that you're a god?
What kind of man are ya?
I've been talked to get thoughtful,
That courses are really awful,
Now you're in car when it suffers,
Ask me: What kind of man are ya?
Tell me what kind of man turned you into who you are?
What kind of man are ya?
And what kind of man poses God to prove his car
What kind of man are ya?
What kind of man?
What kind of man?
What kind of man?
Then what kind of man are ya?
Tell me what kind of man turned you into who you are?
What kind of man are ya?
And what kind of man made you think that you're a god?
What kind of man are ya?
Then what kind of man turned you into who you are?
What kind of man are ya?
And what kind of man poses God to prove his car?
What kind of man are ya?
