Voila Songtext
von Bohdi

Nothing in my bank account
I′ll flail until I make it out
I knew the way she grabbed my chain
It's something I′d lose sleep about
She made me feel it's nice to feel
A day in bed, the Sunday times
I got a taste of something real
That's ok another time

Tomorrow comes it always does
A stroke of luck the hand of god
I′m naked in the pouring rain
Holding up a lightning rod
Strike me down, lift me up
I′m sexy I don't give a fuck
What could′ve been will never be
I'm drinking from an empty cup


It′s wintertime my bed is cold
I'm still trying to break the mold
My record did a hundred thousand
Tryna do a hundred fold
Looking up to those who came
And pray they feel me reaching out
A couple trains from Sedgwick
But I had to do it roundabout

Grammys stage is calling for me
Hold the phone I′m writing shit
They never get the winners right
So I just wanna go and sit
I'm happy just to be involved
If age has taught me something good
I don't need to win it all
Just want a peek under the hood

I′ll fix her up you drive the thing
We′ll do a lap around the town
But let me get the aux
And bump my new shit
With the windows down