pay2win

Your words are paper thin, they don't mean anything

You want expensive things, your love is pay to win

I think I'm finna quit, too much participants

You want the better things, your love is pay to win

I need to think a bit, bout what we could've been

And my decision is, give up or giving in

I can't keep doing this, or you'll get used to it

You said I'm losing it, you know I knew that shit

You're very hit or miss, you're too pessimistic

Can't give you happiness, you gotta find that shit

I hate to ruin this, but I'm so through with it