[Verse 1: St. Nic]
I might need a doctor, I'm so ill I got to
See some medical attention maybe I just ought to
Get me something proper, got to stop this bot yeah
Lately I been spinning like the blades on helicopters
Maybe I should just go ahead, spit over this canvas
And first note you knew you were no longer in Kansas
Let your mind go as she dances
Out of this world you won't find it on no atlas
I be coming hard like Vince Carter from the baseline
I don't gotta ask anymore I just take mine
All I gotta do is move the arrow back to make time
And on my headphones I'm tuned into the grapevine
So you better say something good about me
I be taking hits, yeah I hit about three
And I get irrational when I'm not sober
So you best be bobbing like you saying yes over and over
Bob your head to the lyrical casanova
Spitting venom like a King Cobra
Have a seat student you must earn your diploma
Maybe you'll just get it when you're older
[Bridge: St. Nic]
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Now we know, now we know, now we know, yeah we know
You k**ed that Nic
[Verse 2: Taxi]
Not wrote in 6 months, might spit it off the top
When the pen run out the mind don't ever stop
Never stop no
Where ya a** was at did you wonder where I'd go
Weather never hot whether thunder or it snows
There's a hundred hoes here and they lurking like they crows
Where my bros? I don't know
They never hit me up unless we getting comatose'd
I just need a pick me up when I'm feeling kinda low
Dicking down a s*ut then explode like Dynamo
That's Magic, so cla**ic
Fly sh** only my fabric
No Dragic but my Heat Dipo on the fryer
Victor, no Vaughn cos the man got fired
Almost retired, took so long to get inspired
I need to get higher
Not smoked in 6 years but I feel that I could start
All these hopes and fears are weighing very heavy on my heart
Pa**ed some reports so they saying that I'm smart
Wish that I was ga**ed but don't care about your charts
Don't care about your charts, I really don't
Try to play fair always knowing that I won't
And this little toned devil that I really wanna bone
Acting all grown with those freckles on her nose
It's a shame she got a man or I'd wrestle off her clothes
Make her scream my name as she curls up her toes
So off-topic, catch a plane to the tropics
Mad exotic b**h and some bad narcotics
And I'm only ever stopping when Kanye tweets
Album only dropping when I get the Jay feat
Write a verse for Dre but don't want his beats
Only time I don't dream is when I fall asleep, goddamn