Everybody's, deep down, born to win
Come on boy, throw some oil on the fire
Cause I got kicked out of school too
I didn't have any plans either
I was writing songs out in the shed
You're fed up with the bullsh*t that comes from the sidelines
But you've got your own hands on the wheel
And look at me, I do what you can
Cause I was writing songs out in the shed
It could only get better for me
I still had to sow the harvest for myself back then
Boy, nothing's what it seems
Believe me, just like you I had
My sails in the storm before it blew in
Like us, in our paradise
Reckless as we could get, how wise
And then we'll be rich, there in your paradise
Maybe in due time, still a lost cause though
Everybody's, deep down, born to win
Come on boy, throw some oil on the fire
Cause I got kicked out of school too
I didn't have any plans either
I was writing songs out in the shed
You're fed up with the bullsh*t that comes from the sidelines
But you've got your own hands on the wheel
And look at me, I do what you can
Cause I was writing songs out in the shed
Okay, I wrote four, five songs in the shed, yeah
Never ever did it for the money, nah I was pure, yeah
Look, I had Boaz van de Beatz
He brought that bam bam bam bam
And after that my whole outfit was suddenly pricey, yeah
Like us, in our paradise
Reckless as we could get, how wise
And then we'll be rich, there in your paradise
Maybe in due time, still a lost cause though
Everybody's, deep down, born to win
Come on boy, throw some oil on the fire
Cause I got kicked out of school too
I didn't have any plans either
I was writing songs out in the shed
You're fed up with the bullsh*t that comes from the sidelines
But you've got your own hands on the wheel
And look at me, I do what you can
Cause I was writing songs
Writing songs out in the shed
Writing songs out in the shed