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