Oh oh oh
I v been bread off squeaky
Oh
Oh
Oh
Float the float
Hmrrm!
Ho ho ho uh ?
Ho hu oh uh?
....
[Intro]
Yo, they think they're under surveillance, constant observation,
So their whole damn presentation's a calculated affectation, "Aham!"
This turbulence? Try to bypass the aggravation, it's a futile operation,
Flyin' blind in aviation, horizon's a damn hallucination!
Who they think they're salutatin'? (Who they even dedicatin' their whole livin' situation to?) (Huh? The hell they insinuatin'?)
Aw, crap, it's the voices of my ego, a hostile infiltration, overlappin' my narration, causin' mental agitation, again!
(Yo, I'm countin' on Tigo, that's my foundation, and that's how he found my location) (Wha? Need some clarification!) (Hrrrmph, pure frustration!)
I'm envisionin' myself on winged stallions, aerial navigation,
But for *them*, sometimes a couple crammed in a saddlebag's the ultimate elation, zero aspiration.
She's imaginin' the spa (fantastic situation!) (what's the complication?)
But with a pack of dudes (woo-hoo!), a testosterone congregation!
Forget it, scrap it, then re-run that flash, that snapshot, that brief illumination, hmm rmm rmm eh eh, a mental conflagration.
(Make your dream-state education worth the damn duration, enchant me with your manifestation!)
Everything for the sky, beyond that, it's all just damnation, uh uh uh, pure fixation.
This ain't withdrawal symptoms, no chemical castration.
Eh eh.
But if you want a "what if," a hypothetical permutation? You're gonna have to face the conflagration...
Ooooooh eeeh oh!
Re-run that track (every single iteration, without deviation).
Since when, huh? (That ain't the current configuration, a total transformation).
Two steps forward, then you're caught in spiralin' gyration, a disorientin' rotation.
Don't abandon my damn dreams, if they speak again, it's a direct indication, they're pointin' at *your* station, eh!
Pointin' for your observation!
And yeah, to bring us jubilation, a shared elation!
It's all gonna hinge on the situation, your participation.
And damn right... all this? It's the fruition, 'cause of my visual fixation on *you*, the inspiration.
I become more than a simple "Ah, yes," a basic affirmation.
Ooh e-eh oh.
Fruit 'cause I *had* you, a past infatuation.
What's your flavor? Spill the information.
Aight, enough, you over-explained your whole damn declaration.
To *me* / You broke it down, the whole explanation.
Ooh
Eh
Oh
(Talks a damn mile a minute, non-stop verbalization!)
