I can't say much with nothing on these paystubs
At least I got a chance with your girl she giving great hugs
My skate sucks, I can't even form tricks
And every time that I rhyme it makes me more sick
The floor sticks cause I spilt over my ego
Speakerboxx broke because of The Love Below
Well we know, wearing a Monkey Suit or Tuxedo
Shit got me going crazy like my full name was CeeLo
The townsfolk start to scream and panic
I feel my heart slowly start sink, like Titanic
In The Atlantic, it's cold and chilly like your heart is
You say you're forgiving but forgot about Marcus
The darkness consumes my whole entity
Really not that concerned with my whole legacy
Mentally lift boulders all alone
They're the clones, in the back of my home, I turned to stone
My local 7-11, they won't serve me
I went in high one time, intentions for a slurpee
And I was broke, so I went ahead and walked out
He said "next time I see you there is gunna be a chalk out...
Line!" surrounding my anatomy
Traveled to the village to escape but they banished me
Can it be the universe sending signals
Feel a coolness on my head with my hand up on a pistol
With a mistle-toe, standing under with the hopes
That I get a kiss upon my neck instead of lynching ropes
Missing quotes every time that I read 'em wrong
Emancipated from life, but somehow the freedoms gone
What am I to do next, seeing visions in a group like that old nigga 2mex
Your crew next, go ahed and step to Omegatron
He ain't playing games no more man, the Sega's gone