Long Shot Party - All I Have is My Hand

Do I have the right?
To come into your space and mess up your life.
Now, walkin'; in the race of life.
Look'n for my own pace and all my place.
We all got things that hang on our back.
It is that make us cool, It is that make us mad.
Thing we wish we never had, but they're just the
things, make us real.
All I have is my hand.
You are standing on my side, listen to my voice.
You are bullet in my head.
There is nothing I wanna do.
Even if it's wrong.