[Verse 1]
It's still a pick-up, life is just a hiccup in the airwaves
Things change but there's sh** you can't scare away
I got a couple minutes so I'm trying not to paraphrase
This is the way, go on, homie, it's there to take
Money, if only it really meant something
I got a check for $350, I tried to pinch something
Blew it all in a minute so I could get something
Stayed up all damn night ‘til I'd forget something
Time, if only it changed me
Like the women that come before and the ones that I've yet to meet
Ahh damn, is it really meant to be?
Or am I the type of person meant to only fly free
Well, hey, turn me on the new page
I was 5, from 11; now I'm 18 and strange
And I've still got my rage
And I'm only talking sh** cause I don't know what I should say
[Chorus]
(I won't)
(Please, not this)
If it's an issue, call Daddy Powers, get a tissue
Cause I don't really want it, but I can't help but miss you
Eleven shots fly, five stars died
And I'll overcome the battle inside
[Verse 2]
It's still a pick-up, like a microphone
I'm still too damn short and I can't see the throne
So I fiddle with a broomstick, fixing my tone
I'm a champ in the water, digging for a stone
Is this really how we're meant to work out
From being us, to being all that us could chirp about
Too chicken to amend the words that we have heard about
Still waiting on the sum of all that we have murdered out
Strange, the wordplay is still there
The blond hair, cold stare, I don't really like to glare
Face fair, still share, I don't f**ing care
The only thing I ever wanted delegated to a prayer
I guess the worst of it has pa**ed
That chapter was a page and all that time went too fast
And even though the destination was for us to burn and crash
I will always miss your a**
[Chorus]
(I won't)
(Please, not this)
If it's an issue, call Daddy Powers, get a tissue
Cause I don't really want it, but I can't help but miss you
Eleven shots fly, five stars died
And I'll overcome the battle inside