[Chorus: ClockworC]

I try, but I don't know how to play nice

Could give a fuck 'bout what they like, I-I-I-I-I-I

Put me in a box, been rough around the edges

They ask my why I'm hating

Bitch, y'all just so unimpressive

I try, but I don't know how to play nice

I try, could give a fuck 'bout what they like

Put me in a box, been rough around the edges

They ask my why I'm hating

Bitch, y'all just so unimpressive

[Verse 1: ClockworC]

I've OD'd and I've flatlined

There's nobody on the other side

No monuments and no statues of men like me and that's alright

I ain't got an ounce of hate in my heart

Most of y'all just way too soft

I ain't gonna candy-coat the truth, no

That shit ain't gonna taste how you want

Never been no gentleman when I was selling, smoking that Pendleton

I couldn't play fair and let life win

She a deadly bitch and she trifling

This is it, stacking bricks in that boat that I roll through

Shit with holes in it

I can't cope within so I'm lashing out without love or sense

And my sentiment been "Fuck it all"

I still fuck the law but she broke my dick

Don't take much to get in the pit

But it costs a lot to get out again

Ugh, most claim real but under blue lights you gon' find that they counterfeits

You can't give an inch cuz they'll take a mile

And then fake a smile and act like we friends

But

[Chorus: ClockworC]

I try, but I don't know how to play nice

Could give a fuck 'bout what they like, I-I-I-I-I-I

Put me in a box, been rough around the edges

They ask my why I'm hating

Bitch, y'all just so unimpressive

I try, but I don't know how to play nice

I try, could give a fuck 'bout what they like

Put me in a box, been rough around the edges

They ask my why I'm hating

Bitch, y'all just so unimpressive

[Verse 2 ClockworC]

I don't want a ball and chain

The full circle's smallest, I can't afford

I don't wanna fornicate with hoes that ain't got a great credit score (Hell naw)

I don't want a candlelight

We need full exposure and I see my flaws (Check it out)

I tried to love everyone but I know very well that I'm no son of God

My human condition be critical

I be cynical, play for the same thing most y'all quit for

Jump for the fun, for the fall, for the pain

Or the contact, now man got no ripcord

And that shit that I lived through prove that God got a plan I know nothing about

You thinking your peon opinion mean something to me? You as dumb as you sound

You translucent, I ain't never losing

I be taking lessons and I teach 'em too

Talk yo bitch up out her Fruit of Looms

Do the shit that you could never do

I can't fake the funk, that shit too exhausting

Got a brand new bag and a whole wide world

Head on up and give it uncut

I got a lump sum and you could get it all

[Chorus: ClockworC]

I try, but I don't know how to play nice

Could give a fuck 'bout what they like, I-I-I-I-I-I

Put me in a box, been rough around the edges

They ask my why I'm hating

Bitch, y'all just so unimpressive

I try, but I don't know how to play nice

I try, could give a fuck 'bout what they like

Put me in a box, been rough around the edges

They ask my why I'm hating

Bitch, y'all just so unimpressive