Tops

[Intro]
Walk my
(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

[Verse 1]
I don't play games I don't win
When we play games, I see you lost heart
I don't write songs, I write sin
I don't speak, I talk sparks
So [?]
[?] it's hard to keep up
You don't have to keep up
You just [?] keep up
When your girl met me, she fingered your diva
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 it something I can I could grab hold of
Hold up, my soul's up for sale, I'm golden
The textbook told me that I was disgusting
Fuck a textbook, I'm revolting

[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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 [?]
Now picture my arse now
Picture it [?] picture it [?]
[?] wait
I heard you were tops in the sack
If I heard you were tops in the sack
And your [?] how you're doing that
How you coming through with the crew in the back
[?] 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
I-I-I-I-I-I

[Outro]
To everybody else I'm a storm on the rise
To everybody else I'm a storm on the rise
To everybody else I'm a storm on the rise
To everybody else I'm a storm on the rise
To everybody else I'm a storm on the rise