Funky Time

Another day I left my problems under a tree
I look ahead and said very loud «just let me be»
And I remember how good was to feel that way
I just left that tree behind I make my day
On the road I was driving fast, I feel ok Out I go I’m not the kind of man that cry and shakes
My mamma told me about life what I should do She told I’m not a real man without a truth
Back in time I could have gone and stay away
But now I know I’m going back to make my day
On the road I am driving fast, I feel ok
I’m going back I’m not the kind of man that cry and shakes
Some other day I left my problems under a tree
I look ahead and said very loud «just let me be»
But my mamma told me about life what I should do She told I’m not a real man without a truth
On the road I am driving fast, I feel ok
I’m going back I’m not the kind of man that cry and shakes