This is a song about "Make you hide"

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Yet it's obvious all you do is hide

For now everything just seem so right

I'm coming for each of you, you can never hide/

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

But she took it in his place

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Kids make fun of me to make me want to hide under the bleachers

So give it baby

No you cant hide from me

I can smell it when i go outside

Lesnar you better go and hide

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Hide behind technology sayin you go hard