Wither

Play that game like it's all you know

Really can't hang when you shoot that low

It ain't the same when you down below

People talk strange when you 'bout to blow

Talk like you really gonna know that

Bring it on back

What you call it, a throwback

All your true colors, you show that

Shoot me a text and you know I ain't wrote back

I feel a way when they say that I owe 'em

Like something has really been changed

And I contemplate how I worked this from nothing