I got to stop these games, I've grown tired of playing them
I can hear echoes of the crowd in this empty stadium
These ain't my people time to move up out of state again
Fake ass phony mother fuckers I wont hang with them
I got nothing to say to them & I never care to make amends
I'm not the type of person that even cares to make some friends.
I'd rather write out lyrics until ink is empty from my pens
Until I'm old as fuck and pushing shit into my depends
I glance over the fence & see the grass is much greener
To see them with the life they have only makes me much meaner.
Sitting on a wood bench in the summer time I smell the cedar.
Gripping on & playing with the safety on my steel heater
Dude better not beat her, or in his chest I'll put a full clip
I was looking for a reason & I dont even know this bitch
I pull the trigger then i dip, on too much henney I have sipped.
The next block over fell and tripped, maybe that's just what I get