• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Nagoya - Hodgy Beats
• Nagoya - Houston Calls

You wanna know something sick?
You got me sick in paranoia
Rubbing Vicks on my imagination
Caught in a daze, flight of fancy
Articulation, she the air
I want to respirate, or hyperventilate
Shit when I feel the fabrics of her mind, she so
reactant
Trampoline infection, uh, plus the backflips
If she don't like some shit she talk back quick
With skintone brown like Orlando
Magic Johnson was number 32
Chamberlain off the loop
We're an obligated team to win, just shoot through the
hoop
If you miss I'd rather rebound
Although I ain't a rebound
You speak my name in eerie sounds
You my queen I'm your king now
I like the ring to the tone of the ringtone
Call and answer like I heard 3 phones
Going off equivalent. For her? Chivalry
Too icy, nigga: real jewelry
And experience is a journey above
Whether dead or alive, I exist to survive
Like the group U-N-I, you and I divide
Our chicken and watermelon
Atom bomb [?] but waste is a larger weapon
This is the faulty present
To borrow essence
[?] is like a formless preference

I'll just take off
I'll take off so you'll know just what I had to do
To become what I am right now.
I won't run now,
I won't run I'll hold it down
Even though it is a struggle
Just to stand my ground
I wouldn't have it any other way.
My heart is saying go
but my mind is saying wait, wait, wait
There really isn't a decision to be made.
My mind is made up and there's nothing
I wish that everyone could realize
That they could see through my eyes
I'm better off and I am thinking it's just right
I've got problems of my own
I won't concern myself with all of your noise
Please just turn it down to a suitable volume for this
room
I swear I will go deaf before we get anywhere
All because you wouldn't have it any other way.
With every good point you remind me
Of the day to day of sitting home feeling like a waste.
Don't try to take this from me
You've become impossible