Let it rain on these kids.

playing on my hips.

Never playing on this wrist.

I'm not insane, I'm just...

You caught me on my BS, I don't really lie, just pierce Leave it in the fine print, gotta stay peaked Got a new car, whole brand new Prius, see us Riding in that two-door, new license plate Fighting over you, but I'm not to blame My feelings automatically appear like I'm Michael Bay I know you mad at me, but you got nights to stay I'm feeling hot in the basement Cops at my place, but I'm not f***ing dangerous Dollars in the bank, but I'm not feeling famous Top of my brain, but I'm not entertained By your childish games, come on

Find me a new place to stay.

If your heart is empty, take the pain away.

Going straight downtown, but I'm raising cane.

And I make the club jump around like house of pain.

Come on.

Watch, watch, watch the breakdown.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Let it rain on these kids Have them playing on my hits Never playing on this list I'm not saying I'm just rich