[Verse 1: Goldini Bagwell]
I don't want nothing from you
And you can't take that from me
I don't want nothing from you
And you can't take that from me
I don't want nothing from you
And you can't take that from me
And you can take that to the bank then trade for money
Or make deposit just to save face
That's why I'm out of pocket
With the intentions to not waste space
The rest of me is locked in a safe place
Don't try to withdraw it, just gnaw it
This food for thought then say grace
That's the great race
I don't run unless I'm being chased
Say these colors don't run mane
I'm just bleeding paint
And watch it run down the side of my leg like beating rain
My holding my breath affects all the things just breathing can't
Hearsay, be the [?] in my palm
Then the [?] in my palm
Then watch the shadow puppets wash their hands of it
Fair shake
Is this my latest high or a newfound airwave
That's got me taking flight
Breaking right through the sound barricades
A second hand, two wings, and a pair of legs
Made this tape with no strings so I won't get carried away
[Hook: Little Warrior]
Don't want nothing from you
Can't break me, can't break me
I ain't made out of glass
I won't break, I won't shatter if I fall to the floor
This shall pass
I might melt to your touch but
I won't break, I won't shatter if I fall to the floor
This shall pass

[Verse 2: Illmac]
I don't want nothing from you
And you can't take that from me
I don't want nothing from you
And you can't take that from me
I don't want nothing from you
And you can't take that from me
And you can take that with a grain of salt, [?], and judge me
Unraveled at the seems, fall apart, glue the pieces
Thread the needle, weaving tapestries of how I used to see us
Glass broken, portrait frame's littered on the hard wood floor
Hole in my armor shows a heart a world apart from yours
Oceans between us, but I cross them just to walk your shores
Wind carried caution through our sails as we starve for port
Caught in storms
Drop anchor in your harbor watched you Ford Explored your depths
Sunken ships with grudges where you harbored yours
Lead a horse to water, waterboard him, beat a dead horse
Call it love, tortured artist, karma like a sharpened sword
Rinse, repeat
Falling for a fallen angel, draw me toward her
Moths to light, but her fly swatter caught me falling short
[Hook]