all those restless nights hasn't changed my insight
my foreshadowing of this disturbing involvement
maybe my ESP predicted a win like ESPN
oh both of them are sports channel well for me thats post-morterm
physically i ran a mile just trying to do a smile
my cardio is at zero from running away from this hollow figure
the gun signals to start but for moody it signals the end of this race
the Olympics are made to test your perseverance and durability
i used Chronic to test my humanity and sanity
im losing bad like a forfeit or a lost in the 1st round
i dont need more training only saving
this triathlon of emotions spells disaster and distorted laughter
with shameless fornication until our body feels at ease
but not to discredit this girl i had sex with
i didnt feel a thing its not your fault i was made of bolts
like Frankenstein searching for his bride
emotionality i want this vice to unscrew cuz im getting cold
folding myself to stay on a lonesome shelf
just gathering dust and waiting to get picked up
for scared of being lost and lustless
i rarely feel stress only when she used to put her hand on my chest
now my body is a chopping board for sexual delicacy
with a strawberry on top just to add im red hot
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