Tops

I don't play games, I don't win When we played games I see you lost heart I don't write songs, I write sin I don't speak, I toss sparks Today the state of me, disastrous It's almost hard to watch, it moves so fast It's hard to keep up, up You don't have to keep up, you just sound like When your girl met me, she figured you'd leave her It's out of your control what happens next What happens next is out of your control To your left, can you hear my heart bursting out my chest? Is it just me or is there something I could grab hold of? Hold up, my soul's up for sale, I'm golden A textbook told me that I was disgusting Textbook told me that I was disgusting Fuck a textbook, I'm revolting I'm not me these days, I'm a sick killer I'm not free these days, I'm trapped in A picture perfect, worst case, work it Grafting, picture my ass now, picture it parted Picture us dancing, look, can't you dance, wait I-I-I heard you with tops in the sack If I heard you with tops in the sack And you can't dance, how you doing that? How you coming through with a crew in the back? I will mostly alone, I've not got time for that I've not got time to waste no more I'm not playing games no more I've not got time to talk change no more Can't say the motherfucker's name no more To you, I'm a thorn in your side To everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise Everybody else, I'm a storm on the rise