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

Fascist architecture of my own design Too long been keeping my love confined You tore me out of myself alive Those fingers drawing out blood like sweat While the magnificent facades crumble and burn The billion facets of brilliant love The billion facets

Doing lines in the restroom Tell me why my exes besties now I was down for you At one point in my life Down for you Once upon a time You held me down Now you just holding me back Thinking pics gon' stress me out

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

I just wanna make you sweat I wanna make you sweat Sweat, sweat Can you be my doctor? Can you fix me up? Can you wipe me down? So I can rock it rock it So I can make you give it up give it up

I know it's hard now for you to see You can't change how it was or how it's gonna be I'm what she wants, you're just what she needs And yet she still loves me, she still loves me Where is her sweater? It’s not in her car Is not at her friend’s house,

Ladies and gentleman Please rise The king is here I've been doing this for a while Putting in work, traveling miles Counting money by the pile My sounds make your lady smile I've been doing this for years All the blood, the sweat, the tears

I can't eat and I can't sleep It's turning me every way but loose He said it sounds like love's got a hold on you No doubt love's got a hold on you Sounds like love's got a hold on you I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak I called my doctor

Rip their skin Rending flesh Scourge of Iron In thrall to the evil lord A procession of the damned Sweating blood to serve the beast Desolation of their souls

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with