Alright I'm like static, electromagnetic and when you talk I can't walk even though I know it's pathetic I'm blown out of the water when your words get stronger You talk about semantics but your tongue is getting longer Like blah blah blah blah blah All I hear you talk about are things I never saw For all I know the things you think about we never were You don't want to talk so you walk out the door Pickup, pickup the telephone because I want to hear your voice I don't want to hear a ringtone Hush, hush your whisper's lush so I just said Speak up, you only get sound if you talk louder and louder and louder You quietly end right where you've been again and again and again I'm like Sarah Palin because I tell the people what they want to hear then I plow down a moose with my AK47 But who's really to blame When I fucked up anyway? I must've walk through Alaska just to walk past you but I don't even get a single glance You move too fast when I want romance but you still enchant when you talk like blah blah blah blah blah

Yo, we could've flown to the moon but she just moved up, she just went zoom zoom I stared at the spastic shimmering lights that exploded from the end of the windpipe And neon reds that turned day into night Feeling wrong in various ways and types and I keep working but I keep hurting but I'm so furtive because I keep earning superfly dollar bills, it kills Still I'd rather stay back on track than blast off to space and never come back and lose that cash when you're talking trash like feeling wrong whenever it's right and shuddering sounds and blistered lights and dollar bills the bank ignites and money lost, emotional hyping But wait, you know you can't stop once you start to jog in place Fingers maneuver slow, digits frigidly cold From icebergs to slick words the conversation crept along From fuck off to stay strong From blast off to moving on Each word you said had so much weight but there's no gravity in outer space anyway Yo, we could never seem to shut up or always get interrupted I'm just trying to say What I mean is All I really want to say to you is Yes, with no light we could get to rest but the stars burst holes in the dark and it's making a mess instead I get up and get dressed again You know how it used to be We could go downtown and get down Our nights were bright lights but now it's like I love you but I have to give you away because I'm full of shit and don't know what else to say It kills still, and she said after all this time I think it's time maybe that you realized That you took the time because I don't want to waste my time Just because it rhymes doesn't make it ok Day after day in day out She doesn't mean to shout She meant to whisper when she said "I'll do it without," but it's still loud But wait, I tripped to fall and just stayed in place I just wanted to say I just love it when you tell it like it is then turn and say "but what is this?" What this is, is just shit you say to keep business just shit you say when you're listless apathetically stretch like you need rest and maybe it's best if you just sleep in Maybe it's best if I just leave and trip up again like I keep tripping Trip up so far I trip straight to the moon and then move Change moods like I do, just like you I like news, you like truth I'm in tune, but you are too At first I just passed at the sound of laughter Now I just laugh at the past and after Then I get slapped but I move past her Now I get cheese for free from the moon where you're talking like "Bitch, please"

So check it, the rhythm in the Ritz Sophisticated allegation thrown into my mix I want a beat with urbane bits I also like to supplement with group hits and like that, the beat begins to boil so I lay down the hip-hop tracks for a while So I'm walking down the sidewalk The side of the street where my feet meet the pavement but the beat keeps me waiting So I'm like, "James speed up" and he does Well anyway I don't like to run because it kind of makes me nervous So we'll stick it with the swing as we swing into the chorus You've got to relax, relax, relax Kick it to the funkier track Hold it back while we chat And like that, you're back Like residual drops stop the visuals the label's kind of blurry like fuzzy pixels Jam like you're letting go Hopping from block to block kicking like Mario Breaking up bricks in this video-game Bowser can't touch me because I've got no shame Archetype mutation with a surreal twist You know we twist apart the hours we twist into the chorus You've got to relax, relax, relax Kick it to the funkier track Kick it like the Mario man And like that, you're back Well I don't need to get it all Bombastically regret the call of a pixelated over-analyzation of residue merged together like the bomb

Wait up your laughter's plastic and I almost walked right past it Inanimate, I grabbed it Tangible plastics it's bombastic I asked are you shitting me or are you really the shit? And if bullshit sounds like this then I'm listening in then you should bullshit again then I'm the number one bullshit fan You said, I'mma do it again From the first to the last, I'mma do you in Stay civil I'm just a civilian I'mma take you down, if you just say when See right now wouldn't work because I'm buried in work If it's too much work then its too much work It'd make it worse if it doesn't hurt It'd make me numb, if I feel it first Wait up, I made up, I said straight up I would shoot all the other gangsters down Inflatable air mattress is plastic and you almost crawled right past it Instead, you just hop into bed again Feel no feelings or are you just thinking about leaving And no use sleeping without dreaming And I'mma be dreaming without sleeping And I'mma be so superfly I clip my own wings And you said "It's the start of the end, and whatever it was, it won't happen again Don't talk I just want to listen And I remember it now, but I'm going to forget" It shouldn't hurt if it's only a memory But then, why is my head killing me? And how am I ever going to get to sleep If you won't stop fidgeting next to me Wait up, I made up, I said straight up I would shoot all the other gangsters down Wait up, I stayed up all night just to find the words that were right And I would shoot all the other gangsters down You know that I'm not hesitating it's you that's keeping me waiting and I'll probably be waiting again and waste away, slowly deteriorate Your words are faker than plastic and I call bullshit It it isn't about the thug motives the money could keep rolling my gat stays unloaded But your lips hidden by dollar bills Paper on plastic, words slip out still It sounded like you said, not to mention it because you're tired now and you just want to rest Can't sleep because there's just a few minutes left and it's morning now, can't go back to bed

Well I've got to get up to now but I don't even get around, I get down Well anyway I'm thinking about the next round Can I get a little sentimental television but I hear no sound Where are you at, I was getting to that And I'm sure that it hurt but you know that you can be a player believing in the flavor even if you're only hating on haters Wham with the good idea to fill out the form and drop the ball So I get to playing the thinking that you gave Even if I only gave up on the wrong game I don't want to suffer for that I'm just a gangster without my gat Homies want to mess and speaking of that what up, what up, what up, what up With the way you've been acting accounting me flowing through a sea of hypocrisy Steady now, but the way you get down Is like reggaeton, and it always turns me on Down with upbeat sounds and you're gone Float back to the Italiano mood but Santeria is subliminal to another tune right and I'm light but tight beg and plead on the mic tonight It was me I agree and that's though enough but I was like Kanye I couldn't shut the fuck up Or was I Jay-Z just a little offbeat Or B.I.G. behind me, a gat in my back Q-Tip, I just grip and never let go Or J-Lo, I just move too slow Shut, I said you're so selfish to myself Fishing for a way to get myself that big win in this club, to make love that you don't really need Where are you at, I asked that I'm just a gangster without my gat Homies want to mess and speaking of that what up, what up, what up, what up With the way you've been acting accounting me flowing through a sea of hypocrisy Steady now, but the way you get down So, standing at the phone a gat in my dome I've got the right tight moves to turn you on See I'm giving all the honies another call but it doesn't even matter when the matter is fashionable like right two-piece suits, I drop the boots But I'm another has-been to win I just slip in moves for your grooves that you choose when you move on Yeah right, well baby I've got some too