Passive Aggressive Nonpoint

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa
Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa

[Verse 1]
I don’t need no apologies put in front of me
I got a better use for passive-aggressive abuse
Throwin' shots, dressin' them up
Like it’s the end of October, and every face is covered
Love it or not, this is so blazin' hot
I gotta drop another one and walk away slow motion
Letterbox shot from a high-def camera
With a high-budget background explosion
Break-through flowin' at a breakneck speed
At a wreckin' ball’s pace
Don’t act complacent
Let’s face it, we gotta get outta here before it all burns to ashes
([?])
Words turn crime to passion
All the evidence you’re hidin' in the basement
Complacent fashionistas
All the evidence you’re hidin' in the basement is comin' to life

[Pre-Chorus]
Your scattered thoughts and lack of good intentions
Tells me why you’re passive-aggressive with me