I don’t play games I’m full grown I gave you the reins but I should have known Your not giving manly Your giving less Thought you’d rise, but you digress Your not giving manly Your giving small, a boy a child that’s all Truth cuts deep—you ran from the spark Can’t be alone are you afraid of the dark? Can’t handle a woman not the weight of her best If I wasn’t grown, you might’ve finessed Talked big, but your actions were slight A house of cards in the wind of a fight Tried to rewrite the script, paint me as spite But the truth's on replay, there’s not a man in sight
