Justification

(Oh!)

(Yeah)

Mind's too deep, can't think right

Brain is an addict, better turn on the light

Thus rats and coat racks and money, women

Fast-track people go around like it's funny (woo!)

Are you really [?] on my wall to the ceiling

People tread the water to anticipate the feeling

All that antidote could clean

Intelligence to mean

The things that we hold dear through the smokescreen

We got one eye open and one eye closed

Just a, [?]

Its the life I chose

Not a large profit like I'm sellin' pesos

Stay on your toes

Niggas 'round here like to strip them clothes

They gotta be somethin', there's gotta be a reason

They bitin' through the wire like a new baby teethin'

Seethin' with a heathen-type phrase

They got mad at it 'cuz it couldn't turn the page

With the illustrations, have a little patience

My one young son with the Asian

Eyes

Look at you, standing there, shakin'

With a couple lines with the mess that you're making

Never had a problem with my coach-class seat

Niggas try to stuck to me and niggas gettin beat

I have a problem with the socially elite

Catch 'em on the [?] pad, cruisin' in the Jeep

With their rich-ass parents

The only thing they worried about is trust fund balance

I guess the time is comin', the sun's gettin' nearer

Eternity bands hope but can't find a ring bearer

So the wedding's called off

Drunk Uncle Delassee fucking hauled off

On the waiter who is probably a skater on the weekend

Tight grind and [?] before speakin'

Minimum wage keeps a teenager high

And tummy filled

With food, not a baby

Cuz the morning after [?] would be very inappropriate

Most girls 'round here use it as an opiate

To go and get higher on the feeling of desire

That Mommy didn't indicate, Daddy just admired

From afar

Cuz he's fucking his mistress

Anything's gotta feel better than this is

I'mma write out a wishlist

The ones white hugs and the other Hershey Kisses

That's pretty damn suspicious

One free sample that ends up delicious

Like Rapp Snitch Knishes

They let you do the taste, but you gotta do the dishes

I once knew a kid that said he slept with his sister

Hung himself in his front yard for all semester

Kinda sounds like a play written by Pinter

Absurd, is the word just to get her

Riled up, wound up, last time

Supposed to be touching, wake up, I can't find

My keys

A woman has her needs

A man has jokes

The girl has long sleeves

Was too smart to smoke, but she does and it's sexy

Standing outside of the bar, connecting

Born in Illinois, got a few brothers

Walk her back to her house, slide on the covers

Touch on each other

I can hear her sex cries

Girls hold all of their pain inside of their eyes

So you gotta make sure

When you're making love

That's you're not [?]

I really like this girl

Laying down beside her, I could fight the whole world

But she's so damn quiet

Ask her what she's thinking and things go silent