Breakfast is cold, as cold as our bedI'm watching you choke down the words that you saidI watch you devour, mistake me for breadWell, boy, is you fed, or are you misled?I gave you the messiest headYou give me the messiest headOh, you're turning redCause I'm trying to give the impressionThat I get the message you wish I was deadSee you about to break a sweatI, I, II won't let us finish yetI, I, IPlease don't take this as a threatI, I, IAll I'm saying is if you don't love me no moreThen I, I, IIDieI heard what you saidYou talk about your head gameI know that it's fire flameYour mouth make a hurricaneYou notice that we in loveThere's something we cannot changeIt's the plans we should arrangeTreat her right and she won't complainBring back the titleBring back the titleShe tall like the Eiffel, got no one to lie toThere's no need to lie no moreBring me a trial, every move's vitalWhat you gon' die for when everything you told lies?Die, die, dieDie, die, dieDie, die, dieDie, dieDie, die, die