I want to fall into a love so sweet
Honey, be able to blame it all
On the beat
Hot flesh and a touch of bone
Smell is in the air and I'm feeling so alone, uhuh
I say yeah yeah
Hallucination, true romance
I needed love but I only lost my pants, ah ah
And that ain't all
Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree?
Babe, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me
No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony
No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door
I guess you have to have a problem if you want to invent a contraption
First you cause a train wreck, and then you put me in traction.
Well, first came an action, and then a reaction.
But you can't switch em round for your own satisfaction.
Well, you burnt my house down, then got mad at my reaction
I ain't the reason that you gave me no reason to return your call
You built a house of cards, and got shocked when you saw them fall
Well I ain't saying I'm innocent
In fact, the reverse
But if you're headed to the grave, you don't blame the hearse.
You're like a little girl yelling at her brother cause you lost his ball.
You keep blaming me for what you did, and that ain't all.
The way you clean up the wreck, is enough to give one pause.
You seem to forget, how this all started
I'm reacting to you, because you left me broken-hearted.
See, you just can't take the effect, and make it the cause.
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!