Fucking bastard!
You wanna know some, sick?
You got me sick and paranoia, rubbing vicks on my imagination
Caught in a daze not a fancy articulation
She the air I wanna respirate, or hyperventilate shit,
When I, fit the fabrics of the mind, she’s so...
Triple.. and affection
What’s a back flips,
If she don’t like some shit she talk back 
With a skin so brown like Orlando
Magic Johnson was number thirty two chamber 
We’re..  shoot through the hoop
If you miss I’ll read the rebound
Either I ain’t in a rebound
You speak my name and resound
You’re my queen on your king now
I like the ring to the tone,
Not the ringtone
She call and answer like I heard three phones
No of equivalent for her
Chivalry, too ice nigga, real jewelry.

An experience is a journey above 
Whether dead or alive,
Our existence is above
Like the groupie you are not
You are not ... of watermelon
This before the present
..it’s like a.. preference
Which is on our reference,
fuckable
Yeah!<br />
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			     Thanks to madailui

                          Thanks to Deion S. for correcting these lyrics