[Shaker]
Life is getting rough
I plead guilty
Fall to easily
But I, I, I, I
Was more than enough
You just used me
You didn't need me

[Shaker]
Yeah I just had to run
The other way
Might just have to call it Mia
You burning like the Sun
On my face
The way you eat me up and spit me in my grave
I had to pick my pieces up
Put them together
It's for the better
Without you I'm better
I could have given up
But no I'm better
You change like the weather
So I float like a feather

[Shaker]
Just so I could get used to being used to living solo
You could never break me apart
I'm better on my own now
Got me singing whoa oh
No, I'm singing whoa oh
I used to want to get in line just so I could find me some love
But baby I'm not wasting time, all I need this time is a fuck

[Shaker]
I'm better on my own now, on my own now, whoa oh
I'm better on my own now, on my own now, whoa oh
I used to find you perfect, are you perfect? No, whoa
I'd rather be a blind man, than be with you no, whoa
Oh

[Mace Syre]
Hope you're happy watching me just tearing down myself
I hope that builds you up
Someday I hope you'll care
Crazy how your privileged ass just wants to feel my pain
This ain't the life I want
I hope you understand
Stayed down but I'm alright
It's not like you're even listening
Pop it all just to stay alive
If I die, I guess I'll see you in hell
Somethings wrong, don't know why you want to test me
Might fuck around, Lazarus myself to next week
She won't let go, got me tethered to her whole scene
Don't break my soul
Woah

[Shaker]
Life is getting rough
I plead guilty
Fall to easily
But I, I, I, I
Was more than enough
You just used me
You didn't need me

[Mace Syre]
Baby, got a feeling that you hate me
Honestly, I don't know why you don't just break me
Don't worry bout me, girl I'm used to it
I don't feel nothing girl I'm used to it
Take my attitude away and go sleep in the dirt
That's really what I'm worth
I'ma show you hurt
Honestly I wished I stopped selling myself so short
I forget what for

[Shaker]
I'm better on my own now, on my own now, whoa oh
I'm better on my own now, on my own now, whoa oh
I used to find you perfect, are you perfect? No, whoa
I'd rather be a blind man, than be with you no, whoa
Oh

[Mace Syre]
Ooh
Ooh
Oh
Oh
Left a little room for patience, swear you all the same
Want to fuck her straight forward, she like fucking games
8 dime bags in, she said she powdering
She do it for the house, want me to wear her shame
Cumming all up on my face, she made a fucking mess
Now she riding till she numb, they rolling off her dress
And she try to make it count, she said: I know you're next
And when she get high she doing lower best
Go make yourself at home, we don't turn on any lights
She set her phone on top on my one night stand
And she's never going to stop for this one night stand
That girl be networking, call that shit broadband
And she cumming on the beat straight wrapping
And she sold my boy an ounce she think she trapping
She said she's ahead but we're a lap in
And my boys don't know better so they laughing
Woah oh (to you)
Woah oh
Woah oh (to you)
Woah oh