She is going down that crack rock road

Let go of the steering wheel grab the matchbox slow

Take a dose of what most of us call that robot nose

Give you shit until I dip it like a pothole

When I'm glancing you looking at me, seeing I got gold

I put my foot down, baby girl I got soul

And so what if I'm a non-believer?

With the life beyond your boundaries

You step in, I could make your heaven hell

And use it as a weapon well

Empty shells, jail, no bail

Maybe parole, when I roll

You will go out the load 'til I explode, c4 boom

The only one who blows my head like ballons

Can't wait til my baby out of that cocoon of yours

He will bloom, of course

And consume the source that we giving, it's a given

It's a given when I look up in the sky

I don't see a fucking ribbon

That's on top of what contains your intelligence

You're my relevance, your my angel, I haven't seen heaven since

They say that red is the color of the devil's dress

Finding the bitch, she a fully-dressed dish.

Damn, ayo I just... you know, i... you know how I feel, right? I mean

I don't really have to elaborate anymore, it's just like, in your face...