Goldfinger

Ou got some question about your life
You don't know how you'll ever make it through
It hurts so bad but it's all you got
You're asking me for help
But all i got to say now is that
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
So just stop your whining
You don't know what pain is
Stop complaining point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame
So pack your bags
We're going out
I want to show you