Lyrics
What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you had at success
Look at you, just look at you
I said, I'm angry just looking at you
Ah, come on
Well, I'm sick and tired of sitting back
And listening to all of your clap-trap (Clap-trap)
If you could get me to take the rap
I guarantee you'd leave me with a backslap (Backslap)
Push me to the left, push me to the right
Try to take me out of the way
Even when you kick me off the edge of the world
You're still gonna hear me say
What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you had at success
Look at you, oh, look at you
I said, I'm angry just looking at you
Shouting down again Mahama
Shouting down again
Shouting down again Mahama
Shouting down again
Shouting down, shouting down
I can't begin to tell you all the reasons
Why you're making me crazy (Crazy)
I've got so many answers, like you're stupid
Like you're crooked, like you're lazy (Lazy)
Hit me with your left, hit me with your right
Kick me from the top to the toe
Even when you chew me up and spit me out, I'm still gonna wanna know
What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you had at success
Look at you, look at you
I said, I'm angry just looking at you
Looking, shouting, oh
Shouting down again Mahama
Shouting down again
Shouting down again Mahama
Shouting down again
Shouting down, shouting down
Angry, angry
What the hell gives you the right?