Can't you take a damn compliment
Before you make my jaw meet the pavement
You can't reason with cavemen
You can't reason with the cavemen
I can still take another hit
I know it'll slow you down bit by bit
Don't mess with persistence
Don't mess with our existence
Ooh
Oh
Ooh
Oh
Your soul weighs a thousand
Pounds
(What you want from me)
(What you want from me)
I'm still laying on the ground
(What you want from me)
(What you want from me)
You're so heavy
And I always wonder why my back is always sore
I'm still not ready
What you got in store
What you got in store
Internalize all of your aggression
Then chill out and count to eleven
Need to teach yourself a lesson
Hope one day you'll learn your lesson
Screaming loud and clear I am scum
Self inflicted Stockholm syndrome
Get out of your lifelong slump
Find yourself a better outcome
Ooh
Oh
Ooh
Oh
Your soul weighs a thousand
Pounds
(What you want from me)
(What you want from me)
I'm still laying on the ground
(What you want from me)
(What you want from me)
You're so heavy
And I always wonder why my back is always sore
I'm still not ready
What you got in store
What you got in store
Staring down and sizing up
Getting ready to throw the first punch
Fists are flying fury is strong
Mirror is broken reflection is gone
Staring down and sizing up
Getting ready to throw the first punch
Fists are flying fury is strong
Mirror is broken the reflection is gone