[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Having my neck rung from the gossip s**s
Way too supine for a hostage
Leave everybody paired with their heads stuck
What the disco
Boys take the hand of a girl
And when their plans unfurl it coincides with a ciseaux
Descry the product of a cognitive magneto
You can lower the price of an Iphone, so we all have it
But we're not equal
Pardoned myself through the crowd
Stopped in the mosh just to hustle
Give a thumb up like when you hitch hike, and that'll make my night
Slipped a sylph the 714
Her eye's rosy
Her mind moseys along as she sings, n***a