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