[Verse 1: Noname Gypsy]
I'm bad at reading
I'm not the brightest
I've got bronchitis and asthma
A pump in the purse if you ask her
Talking in third like a personal master
Of I, me an unwritten happy goodbye
The secret is staying away from the liquor
I love it, I'm sicker than you
I'm the apathy that you left at the crib
I will happily give you sunshine and kids
Every song is a sweet little baby
I am the lady that lives in the shoe
A Gypsy, an allergic reaction to all of your petty
A simple ah-choo
[Verse Two: Jean Deaux]
Throw some confetti
For paintings and galleries
Making a salary, drinking their daiquiris
You a light-weight, count in' your calories
I can tell why you mad at me
I smoke too much, stretch marks cause I grow too much
Hay fever, I'm hard to touch
You a lame, I go hand in crutch
I'm a bookworm in a garden maze
Just a ghost inside the face
Inside your mind like the weed was laced
d**h to fakes and I dig the grave
But it's just for taste, I might disappear
You can save the chase
If a n***a move fast, better fix the pace
Before he get replaced
Head in the clouds, still stuck in space
Dead in the crowd, living through the ba**
Working on my anger
Found love with a stranger inside a time chamber
He only smoke papers, doin d** until noon
Took a walk on the moon, and dissolved into light vapors
[Chorus: Jean Deaux]
I know you hear me talking to you
I know you hear me talking to you
I know you hear me talking to you
And you can feel it too
Feel it too
I see right through you, yeah
[Chorus]