Well, it looks like he’s a little disoriented or something

It’s always possible the guy could be on something

Get off, get off, get off…

See my reflection is vague,

Looks are deceptive

Keep changing directive

And will leave your heart in a daze

Minds in a maze,

Without a complain

I’m charging and putting the breaks

Knock knock

Who’s there? young bitch

What you meant to me?

Couldn’t be the same, if you vent to me

Now I pop these xans in this ecstasy

Any motherfucker

That could love a motherfucker

Could’ve loved another nigga

At the first, you see,

And they changing your mind

And the time, in the night

Commit a big hurt, you see

Hercules, with a heart full of darts,

Should’ve known from the start

Bitch fuck retard in the mind as shit

Vague as shit, vague as shit

In this ocean, yeah

Paint it red

Now you’re dead, soulless

With the dead

In this ocean, yeah

Paint it red

Brain dead

Brain dead

Get off it