Lines in the sand Take you're money man Might as well be thirty pieces I don't want you, I don't need it I don't want you, I don't need this
Of course the sex is hot We wrote she's on fire And you been crawling while we have been cross the line I don't want you, I don't need it I don't want you, Just walk away ... Walk away
Lines in the sand Wake your money man Why you keep on trying to feed this I don't want you, I don't need it I don't want you, I don't need this
Well I'm turning red while you're turning blue Do the math baby boy yeah I'm done with you I don't want you, I don't need it I don't want you, Just walk away ... Walk away
You're running your mouth all over the city You think that I'd be through Giving up over things that are petty You can't beat something Can't beat something new