Bordering my intuition I seen a christian k** a baby, that's the innervision Predicaments of the proverbial, my sweet tradition Transitions are artistic, with the chisel tips the surface Simplistic, optismistic for the euphimistic Shed a tear with the rendition of this composition I mean incognito, the pizza man is tryna give me jalapenos (oh) Flip it, turn, turn back the flip disk Re-wish the wish list to see Christmas Cocaine falling from the sky, no love no lies, when I move and I cry What's a stone to a stick and a pizza to a pie? Manifest to a degree to make a grown man cry These premonitions always searching for serenity Love was the barrier, the d** made them marry me At 17 with the sounds of the tambourines