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Yeah.
Naxx.
You know what time it is.
We ain't looking back.
Looking at the rearview? Nah.
Everything in front of me now.
Turn the mic up.
Let’s go.
[Chorus]
I ain't taking no L’s, I ain't pacing the floor
I don't need your fake love, I don't need it no more
No more, no more
Kickin' down the hinge, I’m unlockin' every door
I ain't dealing with the stress, I ain't settle for the score
No more, no more
(Look, listen)
[Verse 1: The Grime Flow]
Used to be the one waiting on a text back
Now I’m on the flight, tell the pilot "check that"
Luggage overflowin' where the racks at?
You was playing checkers, I was playing blackjack
Stack that, flip that, never gonna get that—
Time back, rewind? No, I never did that.
Saw you in the crowd with a cold stare
Acting like you knew me when I had no air
Now I breathe easy, lungs full of gold smoke
Funny how the tables turn, now it's your joke
I cut the tether, stormy weather, I’m a rain man
Used to ride the bench, now I’m owning up the game plan
Silence is the loudest sound when you winning
You was ending chapters, I was only just beginning
See the Naxx logo shining on the billboard?
That’s the only sign that I’m living for.
[Chorus]
I ain't taking no L’s, I ain't pacing the floor
I don't need your fake love, I don't need it no more
No more, no more
(I said I don't need it)
Kickin' down the hinge, I’m unlockin' every door
I ain't dealing with the stress, I ain't settle for the score
No more, no more.
[Verse 2: The Double-Time Switch Up]
(Beat speeds up, hi-hats rolling)
Wait-a-minute, let-me-get-it, put-it-in-a-vision
I decided I was finished with the cynical division
Every time I try to give it, you was looking for a limit
But the ceiling is the sky and I’m a rocket on a mission
No more drama, no more trauma, save it for your mama
I’m about the commas, Dalai Lama peace, no Osama
I explode on the track like a C4
What you think I came into the industry to be for?
Average? Nah.
Savage? Yeah.
Baggage? Check at the terminal, I’m gone.
Deleted the number, the pictures, the song
I rewrote the script, now I know where I belong.
It ain't with the past, it ain't with the ghosts
It’s a toast to the ones who be doing the most
Without bragging, stop lagging, the flag is unfurled
Naxx
Naxx.
You know what time it is.
We ain't looking back.
Looking at the rearview? Nah.
Everything in front of me now.
Turn the mic up.
Let’s go.
[Chorus]
I ain't taking no L’s, I ain't pacing the floor
I don't need your fake love, I don't need it no more
No more, no more
Kickin' down the hinge, I’m unlockin' every door
I ain't dealing with the stress, I ain't settle for the score
No more, no more
(Look, listen)
[Verse 1: The Grime Flow]
Used to be the one waiting on a text back
Now I’m on the flight, tell the pilot "check that"
Luggage overflowin' where the racks at?
You was playing checkers, I was playing blackjack
Stack that, flip that, never gonna get that—
Time back, rewind? No, I never did that.
Saw you in the crowd with a cold stare
Acting like you knew me when I had no air
Now I breathe easy, lungs full of gold smoke
Funny how the tables turn, now it's your joke
I cut the tether, stormy weather, I’m a rain man
Used to ride the bench, now I’m owning up the game plan
Silence is the loudest sound when you winning
You was ending chapters, I was only just beginning
See the Naxx logo shining on the billboard?
That’s the only sign that I’m living for.
[Chorus]
I ain't taking no L’s, I ain't pacing the floor
I don't need your fake love, I don't need it no more
No more, no more
(I said I don't need it)
Kickin' down the hinge, I’m unlockin' every door
I ain't dealing with the stress, I ain't settle for the score
No more, no more.
[Verse 2: The Double-Time Switch Up]
(Beat speeds up, hi-hats rolling)
Wait-a-minute, let-me-get-it, put-it-in-a-vision
I decided I was finished with the cynical division
Every time I try to give it, you was looking for a limit
But the ceiling is the sky and I’m a rocket on a mission
No more drama, no more trauma, save it for your mama
I’m about the commas, Dalai Lama peace, no Osama
I explode on the track like a C4
What you think I came into the industry to be for?
Average? Nah.
Savage? Yeah.
Baggage? Check at the terminal, I’m gone.
Deleted the number, the pictures, the song
I rewrote the script, now I know where I belong.
It ain't with the past, it ain't with the ghosts
It’s a toast to the ones who be doing the most
Without bragging, stop lagging, the flag is unfurled
Naxx