[Intro]

[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] New Year's Eve ping, your text blew up—said you took down nine guys Boots on their necks, chest puffed out, acting like you own the night I stared at the screen, left it on read, didn’t waste a single reply ‘Cause all I hear’s hollow static, while my stuff’s still stuck in your life [Chorus] New year, man—drop the tough-guy charade Cut the brag, cut the lies, give me all my shit back today Keep your tall tales, keep your sad little rep New year, man—I’m done with your debt [Verse 2] You think your street brawls make you some kind of king? But the only thing that matters is what you still owe me I don’t care about your scuffles, your so-called “fame” Just hand over my things, and we can call it a name [Chorus] New year, man—drop the tough-guy charade Cut the brag, cut the lies, give me all my shit back today Keep your tall tales, keep your sad little rep New year, man—I’m done with your debt [Bridge] Midnight bell rang, fresh page, fresh start But you’re still stuck in your old skin, playing the same part I ain’t here for your drama, ain’t here for your fight Just give me what’s mine, then get out of my sight [Chorus] New year, man—drop the tough-guy charade Cut the brag, cut the lies, give me all my shit back today Keep your tall tales, keep your sad little rep New year, man—I’m done with your debt [Outro] (Instrumental Solo)