- cifra
No point in rollin' with the punches
I've been laughed out of the ring
And now you're flyin' off the handle
Just can't handle anything
You pay your way with tokens stolen from the meat
And i just want to bring each dime that i have paid
So call me away
Call me an idiot
It's just a taste
Of what's left behind
Yeah, call me out
Call me a real bad time
Don't talk your shit,
Stuck on me,
Anymore
You'll pull your tricks and slide a hand
But now i know i've been a fool
And now you're crawling across the floor
Yeah, best of luck, enjoy the view
You measure greatness by the company you keep
Then how come nobody's waiting back home?
So call me away
Call me an idiot
It's just a taste
Of what's left behind
Yeah, call me out
Call me a real bad time
Don't talk your shit,
Stuck on me,
Anymore
No point in rollin' with the punches
I've been laughed out of the ring
And now you're flyin' off the handle
Just can't handle anything
You pay your way with tokens stolen from the meat
And i just want to bring each dime that i have paid
So call me away
Call me an idiot
It's just a taste
Of what's left behind
Yeah, call me out
Call me a real bad time
Don't talk your shit,
Stuck on me,
Anymore
