One Way Call

I thought you said you got it, you ain’t really got it popping
Tell me how the fuck you tryna be man when you not
When you fake, when you wack, when you take from the plan
And create for the same lame mainstream fans
You’re a thing of the past and I’m coming up fast
Smoke stay dancing, jean chains flashing
Ten black nails, two blades in my hands
It’s the Prince of the Shadows, Boogeyman, Boogeyman
Never met you so I really don’t care
What you think, how you feel, or the clothes that you wear
Moon keep rising, every night flying
You will never top me, might as well stop trying
This a one way call through the headphones
This a one way call through the headphones
This a one way call through the headphones
This a one way call through the headphones