I thought you gat my back like I do
Blood on my shoes all for you.
in the street we keep it cool,
and with you much I thought I was good.

Unexpectedly you turn a mechanic handling me like a tool,
Using me like a screw, playing me like a bull.
Tho it sucks of which I wasn’t expecting, but life’s so good,
Know imma move on, and my soul not again I’ll give you to pull.