Turn the page like Segar
Wrapping up my cigar
Reporting live from the ER
Im going under like see ya
You smiling like Moesha
Light the pilot light, then go heat em
No heater on me, no Nina
I dont click-clack, let alone even see ya
Tell em go home like Roger
Forty-four blunts and now Im off it
Pour that four up and get nauseous
Follow the leader like you gonna prosper
Fuck your pockets, got no logic
To your project of nonsense
I hate that hate will grow inside me
Till Im rendered unconscious
Okay, do not look to me for a lifeline
I only know of one and its all mine
Okay, do not look to me for a lifeline
I only know of one and its all mine