God I wish I would be cold, slick & made out of glass –
Cause there's nothing in this world that gets more Love than a touch-screen – spitting cash - with a mind full of trash stuck in a world floating on pipe-dreams – at least I lived mine to the fullest bro – done - if anything Im underpaid but I guess in that regard Im not the only one – some might recall the last time we spoke on the phone – but me I was still hypnotized by the look on ur eyes when I walked u home – a feeling so complex it gives u goosebumps to even attempt to explain – though I don't even know u & so I try to give it time, standing in the rain – baby u got me flying higher than an airplane – a strange game of bliss & pain – cause the ones that burn in a fire of desire still won't get no love from the f* flame – to be honest Im a little tired & would rather be wired to ur hips by now than pick ur brain – but I guess we're all fired up by what transpired ever since we started to call each other names – no! Im not retired, Im just uninspired by the lack of class that u displayed –
I don't get u no more – it's like all has been stripped of any meaning –
like when ur coming Im leaving – like when ur hot Im freezing –
like when ur done Im sleeping –but maybe it's the best to put things to rest while were still breathing – stop to second guess & simply call it an evening –

A lot o' curious questions I've been answering nowadays –
& more than half of them got me leaving with a sour taste –
maybe it's just me or anybody else –
but Im tripping thru the centerpiece of kiss & tell –
it's all, it's all kiss&tell – it's all, it's all kiss&ell –

Im so sick & tired of all the debating & ever same conversations – cunts & dicks verbally masturbating about things that they haven't even touched themselves – while most of y'all be gazing & over-praising the same
machinery that ur hating on when u don't feel well –
This shit's about creating & all Im sayin' is just that I don't feel yours –
& so stop playing the same name when u laying on the floor – or knock on peoples doors – cuz u truly don't even know what the f&sucking shit u talking about – trust me I've been there -I know why the fuck Im allowed to talk loud –
get ur hands off me & on to the ground – & call me back when u've found the sound of the drums shaking ur bones – & then try to get blood from a stone – cause girl, passion is something u won't find on ur phone –

A lot o' curious questions I've been answering nowadays –
& more than half of them got me leaving with a sour taste –
maybe it's just me or anybody else –
but Im tripping thru the centerpiece of kiss & tell –
it's all, it's all kiss&tell – it's all, it's all kiss&ell –