No More Tears, Anya

‎Yo, listen up Anya, this is the track you get ‎When your single line of logic is all you can ever spit ‎"Go cry," you say, with a smirk, cheap way, no class ‎Thinking you won big, but you're just a pane of glass ‎See-through motives, weak mind, can't even stand a fight ‎I'm shining like the sun, you're fading from the light ‎You're stuck in your room with your books you never read ‎Just a blank page where a sharp thought should be bred ‎ ‎ ‎Go cry, go cry, yeah that's all you know ‎Zero intellect, putting on a stupid show ‎Go cry, go cry, your tears won't pay the price ‎For every dumb mistake you make, you better think it twice ‎Go cry, go cry, yeah that's all you know ‎I'm counting up my wins, one-two-three, watch 'em grow ‎Go cry, go cry, your tears won't pay the price ‎Your single argument is melting down like ice ‎ ‎ ‎Yeah, your math is tragic, it's a goddamn disaster scene ‎Staring at the problem like it's written in latrine ‎One plus one is three in your dumb mind, it's a fact ‎Your brain is on vacation and it's never coming back ‎Remember that one time, the question was so plain? ‎You needed all your girlfriends just to try and use your brain ‎With a pen in your hand and a book open wide ‎The numbers dance around you, nowhere left to hide ‎ ‎ ‎Go cry, go cry, yeah that's all you know ‎Zero intellect, putting on a stupid show ‎Go cry, go cry, your tears won't pay the price ‎For every dumb mistake you make, you better think it twice ‎Go cry, go cry, yeah that's all you know ‎I'm counting up my wins, one-two-three, watch 'em grow ‎Go cry, go cry, your tears won't pay the price ‎Your single argument is melting down like ice ‎ ‎ ‎From the street I see the truth, you're fragile and you're weak ‎The weakest little cat that's scared to even squeak ‎I'm eleven steps ahead while you're still on the first ‎This knowledge is my weapon, your bubble's gonna burst ‎Your petty little words are like a whisper in the storm ‎I'm building up an empire, keeping my legacy warm ‎Your score is always zero, the account is in the red ‎While epic verses flow right from my head Напоминает меня, ровно как я в свои 10 сидя у себя в комнате писала всякий бред. О боже, ручка сново в ручке и я готова продолжать. Перематай всё назад, чтоб смысл хоть весь понять.