But nobody's listening (Told you everything loud and clear) Handful of anger, held in my chest Come, come, come, coming at you Try to give you warning but everyone ignores me Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

To fuck with nobody else You ain't allowed 'Cause what we got right here Ain't nobody gonna understand, no no But you still ain't allowed Got that exclusive for you Ain't nothing conclusive 'round here 'Cause you know I got you right where you need to be

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

When you're dying in LA Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do But nobody knows you now And nobody owes you now The power, the power, the power Oh the power, the power,

Over and over again Tell me slowly Down in your heart, you know better Same old story Nobody's buying There ain't any truth to it The fact is you're lying But I'm getting used to it Promising we'll stay together

And nobody knows it but me. I should have been chasing you, That you were all that mattered to me, That I kept inside of me and maybe, That what we had was all we ever need. I should have been trying to prove, I should have said all the things, I could

I don't want nobody else but you Why we in the club, why I'm always ballin' (ball) Tryna' be in love, we don't fall too often I don't want nobody else but you, ooh ah ah Nobody else but you, ooh ah ah You, ooh ah ah, nobody else but you Real one, I guess

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled I don't want the truth I wanna feel fucking cool Once in a while but between me and you Lip service radio, don't touch the dial Man, I love this rap