I wear my heart on my sleeve,
So I built paper armor to protect me
But the paper was too thin,
Didn’t do a thing in the end

I got paper armor, it sounded safe
‘Cause paper covers rock, that’s what they say
But your words cut all the same
And now the stones you throw
Break my bones… break my bones

I get paper cuts every time you show up
My armor don’t do much against your touch
‘Cause it’s made of paper
And your words still hurt
When silence falls apon us

I got paper armor, it sounded safe
‘Cause paper covers rock, that’s what they say
But your words cut all the same
And now the stones you throw
Break my bones

This armor’s doing more harm than good
Got cuts on my heart like I knew it would
Maybe I should take it off so I can heal
But I’m afraid…
Yeah, I’m afraid

I got paper armor, it sounded safe
‘Cause paper covers rock, that’s what they say
But your words cut me all the same
And now the stones you throw
Break my bones…
Break my bones

[Verse 1]
(Wah)
Why they always talking 'bout me and my pickle peppers?
I'm paying homage to the greats, always playing with these letters
Like I'm looking for treasure, I'm Peter Piper picking lines like a pack of pickle peppers
I'm like a painter, painting a perfect portrait under pressure
My rhymes are puzzle pieces placed in perfect patterns
(Yeah)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
Now you see I illustrate this line, he wrote
I take your 'rate, if I don't like it I will isolate it and eliminate it
Just know I don't discriminate with my words, each line is a king
Who look, check me!

[Chorus]
**[Energetic, Male vocals]** I'm Peter Piper picking lines like a pack of pickle peppers (Oh!)
I'm like a painter, painting a perfect portrait under pressure (Oh!)
My rhymes are puzzle pieces (Puzzle pieces)
Placed in perfect patterns (Yeah)
My rhymes are puzzle pieces (Yeah)
Placed in perfect patterns (Hey!)

[Bridge]
Yeah, uh, uh, each line I picked is perfect, trust I checked it
I'm Peter Piper picking each line like a mission
Now the mission is over and I've picked all my peppers
Now I'm done, thanks for your attention
**[Beat fades slightly, then re-intensifies]**

[Chorus]
(Ooh, I'm Peter Piper picking lines like a pack of pickle peppers, oh)
(Uh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
**[Energetic,

[Chorus]
I'm Peter Piper picking lines like a pack of pickle peppers
I'm like a painter, painting a perfect portrait under pressure
My rhymes are puzzle pieces
Placing perfect patterns

[Outro]
Now the mission is over and I picked all my peppers
Now I'm done, thanks for your attention