Verse 1:
My heart flutters every time she sits, tho hard acknowledging this feelin' I feel is killin' my soul/ The plot is thick, plottin' with a pocket full, while my optic lens gazes at yo physical/ Huh that's why I got my friends spyin' on you/ A mild activist of good fortune with a good portion of styled practices/ Of when your attention is all that's left of me, especially, um/ With your manner of wild magic tricks/ One day your here then an array of smoke makes you not exist, still I got a thing for so I imagine this//

Chorus:
Lookin for solace in this bottle/
Duckin' the pain in the rain/
It seems I need a better logic/
I know that you don't feel the same/
But can't you tell that I want you?/
But you don't even know my name/
I don't mean to sound gay but.... I think I love you//

Verse 2:
Day three up in the gym again/ Time to get it in, workin' my biceps set three feelin' resistance/ See the concepts bodybuilding while this hot Brazilian chick doing squats next to me/ Ya see my mindset aiming to score so I approach yet my conscience feelin' funny/ I ignore it and proceeded my conquest, to greet her with stout tryin' to see if she bout that magic/ Ya know my nuts disappear in her mouth/ I mean it happened so fast, we laughed then hit the showers but before I smashed I seen a bulge in her pants then I was like I'm not gay/ She pulled em down to show vagina and the bulge was a 380, I was astounded/ What I get for misinterpretating, we flirt debating on a baby but in due time, I'll make the payments/ So tonight can you be my loftily wedded and tomorrow you better be the one making me breakfast bitch//

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Verse 3:
As I read the rap report I attack some quarts of whiskey/ Feelin' tipsy and pissy as two flirty Labradors chasin' Lawinsky then I'm/ Returnin' back to norm in the thrift shop jaded playin' the flirty Macklemore/ Eyin' this piece at the register, I got a nac for whores in retail tho I don't buy the lies they tell me/ I advise her mind of what cries inside not healthy so help me revive what died/ Then she tells me not so, well can I oblige you with a pot-roast?/ She said not meat/ Ha I said you got jokes/ She said nah I got a feelin' ya feelin's are sincere but only time will tell ya hear?//

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Verse 3:
Skip being sentimental, I'm bleedin' unless it's mental rendin' me unconscious why bother to vent/ I'm fearful no harmonious grip, I starve partly I'm sick/ At heart I'm narly and party as if Chris Farley was here, my Saturday nights the livest/ Shine no diamond compares, grindin' til no one prospers I'm a problem now they probably in fear/ These Kevin Cossner cocksuckers flock to plot, dancin' with wolves til cops rush in now they polly with queers/ But when it's time I'm revered to be the greatest and hated by competition, debative not complimentive/ Degraded the scars incentive, I'm famous I hardly meant to sedative to calm my mental/ I take em to keep my temper but shit, I can't remember, even the time of day/ Semen's the crime that pays inside of my momma laid a king bitter for change yet sweet as a marmalade/ Tho poisonous I often gave people hope, apart today/ Tomorrows not promised the logic is pain being honest I get em without a conscious with clout/ I pondered to conquer hip hop, I became a monster if not, inane the fondness for props keeps me going I'm flowing til all of the stars reline/ So be it my recognition gets reconsidered reliving my downest moments til I arose to be that nigga/ From Prozac to a pro that's scriptured and focused at the goal at hand/ No on 'll hold my hand as I go in//