There is gapless playback in my mind Of all the times And there is nothing else i have to find Searching memories to prove im right Project on the ceiling when i turn out the light Im a little bit nervous cos ive Got the urge to gouge my eyes out And it only hurts a little bit When i see you walking home i shut my mouth f** another b**h baby Ima let you have two and a wife maybe Ima let you have four and a couple of who*es Ima let you have six more s**ing your dick Ima let you have eight like f** all day Ima let you have ten all night is when Ima let you have twelve cos i might as well Look at how hard im trying to give up control Look at how hard im trying There is gapless playback in my mind There is nothing left for me to try