Pickle - Nonpoint

Oh, get off me, you fuckin' pig

I never did anything wrong

But you’ve chosen

That I belong in a cell

Away from the shy people

This ain’t your motherfuckin' shell

This is a grown intellectual reaching the hole

Powers of inner-leashing the pain by my reflective eye

Choose your premeditated lie

They make your games rules

You can’t move, just sit there like you did in school

Bent-out like the last fool

All soon enough, you’ll reserve to what you competed on

The same old problem, same old song

Heavy, hard, stone-trained gorillas

How easy you fall down when…

Heavy, hard, stone-trained gorillas

How easy you fall down when…

You hear the conversations you were never meant to

About the situation you should’ve never gone to

But you were caught up on some up fucked up kind of value

Pay the price, here it comes, cannon loose

Get off this, get off this road

Get off this, get off this road

Get off this, get off this right now

Get off this

What do you mean I can’t have it?

Says right here I can

Put my name on the dotted line

Get your foot off my fuckin' hand

Now don’t you understand?

My style, my fight

My stand, my might

It makes no sense, you had your chance

Wrong place, wrong time

Too late to reconcile

This came to light

'Cause you made…

Heavy, hard, stone-trained gorillas

How easy you fall down when…

Get off this, get off this road

Get off this, get off this road

Get off this, get off this right now

Get off this

Wrong place, wrong time

Too late to reconcile

This came to life

'Cause you made…