Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
You can't have it, no no
She grew up as a tomboy
Her GI Joe collection was on point, Tonka trucks by the convoy
A bit different, never into pigtails
She always felt she fit better in with males
Middle school, she turned girly now
Tryna make straight black hair curly now
Betraying her indian-American heritage
Embarrassed when somebody calls her arabic
Doesn't wanna be asked if she's hindu or muslim
Doesn't wear bindi in public
Runnin' on a tank full of bitter fuel
Her inner ego dying to be considered cool
High school, skin tight jeans with flairs
Wanted to be Barbie so she bleached her hair
Doin' her best to look pretty
Electrolysis, orthodonture, awoke a monster
She should have called it good
But instead she went under the knife to be Hollywood
She thought she looked too Bollywood
After a couple procedures all it took
Was her soul
Leaving unattractive melted plastic on her skull
She regretted the flesh that she bought
Like the Rolling Stones say
You can't always get what you want
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
You can't have it, no no
Can't have things you want, no no no
I stood there, looked and she told me
Can't have things you want, no no no
She's gone and my heart's what she owes me
Can't have things you want, no no no
I stood there lookin' all lonely
She's gone and my heart's what she owes me
See I'm a holy man, with the contraband
And the plan is as solid as quicksand
I don't need a thing, the thing needs me
I'm like the sun to a seed that feeds me
I tried to explain, I'm not an honest mane
And I don't need to be in the main frame
It so happened so, and I don't even know
They're at the door when they want me to change things
The thing I wanted most, dustin' to a ghost
She didn't leave a thing, she didn't leave a note
And I was high and dry most every day
While I was travelin' the country in disarray
And she told me, this whole country
That I had everything in this place
And I said goddamn, so I am the man
And I wasn't even lookin' for the trophy up in my hand
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
Can't have things, things that you want
Shoot for the ground
You can't have it, no no