I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'

You're holding bits of styrofoam With your face painted on to your friends You listen to them whine and moan About everything you can't understand Can I just say I don't feel the light, But darkness descends once more into my life And suddenly we're all

I can feel the draw It’s pulling me back It’s pulling me I can feel it pulling me back Don’t listen to your friends Just listen to your friends I can feel it’s pulling me back In my left hand there is the familiar