Alex Chellsen - Cryptic Code lyrics

[Verse 1]- Arrived at your gradation, but you didn't walk You were out smoking pot on your best friend's dock You're trophy kid who's always won over by jocks You're a 90s girl who is still a New Kid on the Block Listening has become decoding when you talk You're on another level that I can't unlock I always fall behind when we turn back the clock Like I can't turn you on without being Static Shocked If God can't save her then no one can… [Verse 2]- Why do you ring no more? Are you strung out like the telephone across you floor? What are you waiting for? When opportunity knocks, you always lock the door Your merits are apparent, but you start to become aberrant Mimicking those incoherent parrots, too dim to be transparent You only feel present when you're crossfaded You only feel valued when you're degraded You're parents house you vacated You want to be free by being unaided But by douchebags you're persuaded To expose yourself when you're only one naked Boys don't see the Catch that they're Holden Love is their game, you're their arcade token When you live under the same roof as those men, the gla** ceiling is hard to be broken You used to be the Outkast, now it's me you're forsaking I see you on the dance floor like a Polaroid shaking A picture's worth a thousand words: sometimes I wonder if yours is worth taking If God can't save her then no one can… [Hook]- Love is cryptic code few can interpret Am I speaking your language yet? Am I speaking it? Am I speaking it? [Verse 3]- All you want to do is take shots, talk rot You say there's no bad blood when your heart starts to clot You like to stir the pot. Strike a match; make it hot You want to whip up feelings in me that you know I don't got You see my care as an act of war and concern as attack You push me away then say I'm a coward for not shoving back You want to be the center of attention like Shaq, so you're hanging out with hacks Sitting in the back of a Pontiac, drinking Jack, and smoking a pack If you don't shut down then you'll crash like a f**ing Mac I fired shots of warning to save you from hit men swarming I spent nights outpouring to ensure you got through the mourning But you always made a scene when you took the stage, so now I'm finally done performing If God can't save her then no one can…