[Verse 1] Its still a pickup, life is just a hiccup in the airwaves Things change but theres shit you cant scare away I got a couple minutes so Im trying not to paraphrase This is the way, go on, homie, its 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 Id forget something Time, if only it changed me Like the women that come before and the ones that Ive 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 Im 18 and strange And Ive still got my rage And Im only talking shit cause I dont know what I should say [Chorus] I wont Please, not this If its an issue, call Daddy Powers, get a tissue Cause I dont really want it, but I cant help but miss you Eleven shots fly, five stars died And Ill overcome the battle inside [Verse 2] Its still a pickup, like a microphone Im still too damn short and I cant see the throne So I fiddle with a broomstick, fixing my tone Im a champ in the water, digging for a stone Is this really how were 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 dont really like to glare Face fair, still share, I dont fucking care The only thing I ever wanted delegated to a prayer I guess the worst of it has passed 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 ass [Chorus] I wont Please, not this If its an issue, call Daddy Powers, get a tissue Cause I dont really want it, but I cant help but miss you Eleven shots fly, five stars died And Ill overcome the battle inside
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