I can see your empty eyes sitting in a perfect face
There's something vacant in your smile, there's something false about your ways
I can feel your pretty lies wrapping fingers around my skin
Saying, "baby, we won't bite if you let us pull you in."
I'll never fall into your crooked game, unbridled pride I'll never swallow
And yeah, we're out here building our own wave, while you're still swimming in the shallows
And yeah you're sitting, spitting paraphrase while all your suckers blindly follow
You're rolling up like you're some saving grace but your words ain't nothing but hollow
I can see your golden chain and your lion on a leash
But you're filling up your plate, oh, with empty calories
So what's hiding out of sight, buried underneath it all?
Are you scared that I might find that you aren't what you say you are?
I'll never fall into your crooked game, unbridled pride I'll never swallow
And yeah, we're out here building our own wave, while you're still swimming in the shallows
And yeah you're spitting, shitting paraphrase while all your suckers blindly follow
You're rolling up like you're some saving grace but your words ain't nothing but hollow
We don't fuck with the greats, trigger up, taking names, setting fire to the stage
Going buck with the rage, crawling out of the cage, same old shit, time to change
We don't fuck with the greats, trigger up, taking names, setting fire to the stage
Going buck with the rage, crawling out of the cage, same old shit, time to change
We don't fuck with the greats, trigger up, taking names, setting fire to the stage
Going buck with the rage, crawling out of the cage, same old shit, time to change
We don't fuck with the greats, trigger up, taking names, setting fire to the stage
Going buck with the rage, crawling out of the cage, same old shit, time to change
I'll never fall into this fucking game, unbridled pride I'll never swallow
And yeah, we're out here building our own wave, while you're still swimming in the shallows
And yeah I'm sitting, spitting razorblades, set and ready, coming for your throat
You're coming up like you're some saving grace, but your words ain't nothing but hollow