[Intro]
I got an extra eye on these things..
[Verse 1]
Ugh, y'all boys can't see me, I'm fogging up eyeglasses
Fuck an eye test, I rather rewind the flickering of your eyelashes
Foreshadowing, backtracking to where all the magic happen
I'm Walt Disney with a top hat pulling out rabbits
24/6, no seventh day access, the day I created still needs much needed assets
The key is patience for my patients for this malpractice
Practice what you preach, know when your thought process channels evils before you speak
Adrenaline rushes of euphoria are naturally sparked, a chemical balancing to have things for us to seek
Even though very bleak, we all have urges and we're all just human, and anxiousness reaches its peaks
What lingers is that cloudy imagery of an island of temptation with the potential to be soul sucking, it's like fetishes coming together to start fucking
Always redeem the malfunction, always in control of this panic room aka the demon that's under your mattress
Watch your own funeral with a open casket
When I decide to pull you towards this hell on earth, and fry on its axis
Only I pull a fast one, when I'm taking your life before a director could even say action
Get it taken faster then a paparazzi members camera when it flashes
I keep the lead, even though I sipped a liter of lean that's got me slow like molasses
Lyrical drones, a war on terror to other rappers, what a fucking a tragic
On top of it all that's where I end up on every year average
On average, your scared shitless into a paranoid sickness, a modern day black sabbath
Gotta mercenary's mentality with gun slinging tactics
I'm dropping bombs and your barely armed with Tim Tebow passes
I do it bigger then arms on a muscle head performing enhancer addict
No matter how you slice it, my competition is still getting bodied split in half like simplified fractions
This rap shit, I wrap it up like basket weave fabric
Her head is fantastic, she's a brain teasing fanatic
[Bridge]
I gotta an extra eye on things
Cut out the vocal cords on the fat bitch who sings
It's nonsense if our freedom rings
We only care about what money brings
It's reflecting on our weaknesses, which is very scary telling
Just look into your reflection, which is the only thing worth battling
[Verse 2]
Give her dead roses, a love that's taken us in a ring around the rosy
Darkest secrets are low key, you trying to fiddle this for me, is killing us slowly
And surely, we're falling for one another, but are we coming apart or together?
Maybe we'll go down in flames until we're both ashes, ashes
Look at are own dignities then trashed it, I'll soon look more plastic while your ways become easily elastic
Not saying this relationship is gonna be a detachment, I just thought the outer space sex would keep every other aspect more galactic
The last thing you should do is worry, either way it's my funeral and there's no need to rush things and be in a hurry
Left in a daze with a blank face, a state of confusion
That burst into two forms of human combustion, let's have chemistry instead of feeding off our own people's source for consumption
It's not just anything, but it also ain't nothing
It's a billboard sign, it's some kind of phenomenon or something so sublime
The finer things like the rest of your life
I've twice lost mine nine different times
That's eighteen tries, all failed dying to make me come alive
Your sacrificial lamb that lays out against the ground with every inch of his pride
The very soil you walk on is where the window to my soul resides
And where it lies, imagine if being treated like extra piles of dirt is what someone epitomized as feelings after combining ultimate humility and passionate ways for a collaboration enterprise?
How would you act? Would your decision be rash? With bad results to the way your skin reacts?
Could you still cut the world some slack? Get back on track or lay on train tracks?
One thing I can promise is you'll reveal to yourself what you do lack
Ugh, the light that guides your willingness to survive
I gave up my place on the timeline of mankind to show just a spiritual side
By the way, She plays her role well, a Bonnie who was just missing her Clyde
The perfect good girl who collides with this natural bad guy
She loves my sex drive, my ride or die so the doors are suicide
Starts riding my dick the way I switch gears on my stick shift
Now you call it taking the whip out for a joy ride
Wait don't wanna get off track, but thats the point in fact
Just do you and do your thang, whatever fits you
Just search deep inside because there's nothing to lose
That only means there's nothing you can do but win
Since lifes a bitch, I stick it to her by shoving my long cock in
Then reloading that shit, next target, is aimed directly at my dirty laundry list of sins
But as a Gemini, that's I, warped mind starts to bend
And hits a brick wall with his Mr. Hyde like ego, followed by a devilish grin
This can't happen again
[Outro]
You look, Eye see
