You're not from here, it's sincere, but we still found out
The rules you left, back at home, don't have an amount
We sucked you in, a submission, you tapped just about
An hour in, you walked in, but you shall not shout

I, am not the one
With the gun
It's my neighbors mom who has the son
He stuck you in the corner back to the wall
And I know this is all his fault

Your eyes on me, for now it seems, that I am the one
But truthfully, a mask foreseen, the image
What lies beneath, is my friend Keith, and he had won
Thrown in jail, not up for bail, and this is no fun

I'm telling you I am not, the one
That grabbed you and locked you in the stall
It didn't make sense for me, your friend,
To let this all end

I, am not the one
With the gun
It's my neighbors mom who has the son
He stuck you in the corner back to the wall
And I know this is all his, this is all his