[Verse 1] I gave you the map, you drew a circle. I gave you my trust, you made it purple with bruises. Every time I fell back, you thought I was a yo-yo on a string, But the string just snapped, and now the silence is a beautiful thing. You played me like a cheap casino slot machine, Fed me lies with a side of "I love you," obscene. I was the lion, you were the tamer with a chair, But the circus is closed, and I’m done breathing your air. You took my kindness for a weakness, a green light to deceive, But the fool you played is gone, and the real me won't grieve. You thought I was a puppet, dancing on your little stage, But the curtains are down, and I’m turning the page. [Chorus] I can’t fuck with you no more, that’s the final score. You kicked down the door, now you’re begging on the floor. I can’t fuck with you no more, I ain't got the time, You committed the crime, now the bell’s gonna chime. It’s a wrap, it’s a close, no coming back from this, You swung for the fences, but you’re gonna miss. I can’t fuck with you no more. [Verse 2] Let’s talk about the hands. The nerve. The audacity. To put your palms on me, thinking you’d get a pass for free? That was the line. The final crack in the glass. You thought I’d stay? That thought can kiss my ass. You manipulated the story, twisted the plot, Made me the villain when I gave you all I got. You cheated on the silence, you cheated on the vows, You’re a snake in a suit, taking your final bows. And after all that, you had the nerve to act surprised, When you looked in my eyes and saw the love had died? You took me for granted like the sun takes the sky, But I’m a solar flare now, watch me burn you dry. [Bridge] You swung a baseball bat at a heart made of steel. You thought I wouldn't swing back? This is how it feels. Witty? Nah. This is just the truth in its purest form. A category five, a perfect storm. You had the chance of a lifetime, a diamond in the rough, And you traded it all for a bluff. That’s tough. [Chorus] I can’t fuck with you no more, that’s the final score. You kicked down the door, now you’re begging on the floor. I can’t fuck with you no more, I ain't got the time, You committed the crime, now the bell’s gonna chime. It’s a wrap, it’s a close, no coming back from this, You swung for the fences, but you’re gonna miss. I can’t fuck with you no more. [Outro] Renaissance called. The era of you is over. Don't call, don't text, don't breathe in my direction. It’s over. Polo energy.
