(Intro) There’s a difference between being a fool and being patient. You confused the two. You thought the silence was weakness. Nah. The silence was me measuring the coffin. And I got your measurements. (Verse 1) You had the audacity of a thief in the night, Stealing my loyalty, telling me it’s alright. You played me for a fool, a jester in your court, While you were out committing your favorite sport. Cheating with a smile, lying with a kiss, You thought I wouldn't notice what I clearly didn't miss? I was the lion, patient in the tall grass, But you poked the wrong beast, and this moment’s your last. You manipulated facts, gaslit the room, Made me question my sanity, sealed my own tomb. But the resurrection is real, and the stone’s rolled away, And I’m looking at you now with nothing left to say. (Chorus) I can’t fuck with you no more, that’s the final line. You drank my wine, now you’re begging for a sign. I can’t fuck with you no more, the well is dry, You gave a half-truth, I gave a full goodbye. You swung a bat, I brought a wrecking ball, You built a wall, I’m tearing it all. I can’t fuck with you no more. (Verse 2) And the hands? Let’s rewind to that night. You thought a raised palm would win the fight? That was the moment the love turned to stone, The moment I realized I’m better off alone. You took me for granted, a permanent fixture, But I’m not a painting, I’m a living picture. You kept playing games, a child with a toy, But I’m not your plaything, I’m not your decoy. You had a chance at a queen, you played a pawn, Now the king is moving on at the break of dawn. Witty arrangements? Nah, this is simple math. You crossed the line, and I'm done with the aftermath. (Bridge) You want a punchline? Here’s the joke: You thought I’d stay after the trust was broke. You thought you were the player, and I was the played, But the script just flipped, and you’re the one afraid. Baseball bat power? This is a nuclear strike. You’re the one who left the gate open, so don't blame the hike. (Chorus) I can’t fuck with you no more, that’s the final line. You drank my wine, now you’re begging for a sign. I can’t fuck with you no more, the well is dry, You gave a half-truth, I gave a full goodbye. You swung a bat, I brought a wrecking ball, You built a wall, I’m tearing it all. I can’t fuck with you no more. (Outro) Renaissance called. The old me is dead. The one who took you back? He’s gone. The door is closed. Polo energy.
