Stop playin' with me, playin' with me They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They want my tail and my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that Somebody gon' end up hurt I

(Raise up to your ability) Focus on your ability Gain again what they want to steal Got shackles on my wings on tight Beggin' makin' compromise Fast enough it's hard to hide Sometimes I want to disappear Rise above gonna start a war Whatcha want whatcha

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

I got a hangover I've been drinking too much for sure I got an empty cup, pour me some more So I can go until they close up And I can drink until I throw up And I don't ever ever want to grow up I wanna keep it going, keep keep it going, come on I wanna

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush

Merry, merry, merry go round I don’t want to see you down I don’t want to see you frown Merry go round Bobby and his girl would wake up every summer day This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so

The more things change The more they stay the same We gotta wake up Give me power to end all of the strife Courage to kill the pro-life I don't want to see You can't change me You tell me not to bow Just follow for now

They siblings Nothin' but my chil'ren One shot they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Ain't no kings in this rap thing Get it out your ass bitch You want child support

I won't show my face here anymore But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else These streets are yours, you can keep them All that's left behind I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To

And everybody wants to cheer it New lamps for old Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain You need a new song I'll set the words up so they tear right at your soul Don't take me too long But there's a danger that I'll plagiarize something old