Piñata

I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
(One, two…) That’s how many shots are free
(Three, four…) Close your eyes, don’t you peek
(Five, six…) I think you want me to fail
(Seven, eight) You’re not my friend, you little fake
I can take whatever you got
Every swing and every shot
Every blow no matter how low
I am here, so give it a go
But remember that when you try
It was you who told me that lie
Forever friend and ever my foe
Get the stick and put on a show
I don’t believe in luck, I don’t believe in stars
I don’t believe in you, you or your fancy cars
You say that you love me, but I know you’re talking cheese
'Cause I see you with that stick, piñata
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)
(Eight, seven…) I’m almost black and blue all over
(Six, five…) Don’t think I can go much longer
(Four, three…) There goes my adrenaline rush
(Two, one…) Hot damn, joke’s on you, 'cause I won’t fuss
I can take whatever you got
Every swing and every shot
Every blow no matter how low
I am here, so give it a go
But remember that when you try
It was you who told me that lie
Forever friend and ever my foe
Get the stick and put on a show
I don’t believe in luck, I don’t believe in stars
I don’t believe in you, you or your fancy cars
You say that you love me, but I know you’re talking cheese
'Cause I see you with that stick, piñata
(Piñata! Piñata! Piñata!)
I bear the weight, I take it all to prove that I can be
All that I want, no matter what, that’s my reality
I feel the kicks, I hear you scream, but that will not stop me
From fighting for me, for me
I don’t believe in luck, I don’t believe in stars
I don’t believe in you, you or your fancy cars
You say that you love me, but I know you’re talking cheese
'Cause I see you with that stick, piñata
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch
I heard a shot fired, it was meant for me
But it just missed me by an inch (Piñata)