[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