[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Having my neck rung from the gossip s**s Way too supine for a hostage Leave everybody paired with their heads stuck What the disco Boys take the hand of a girl And when their plans unfurl it coincides with a ciseaux Descry the product of a cognitive magneto You can lower the price of an Iphone, so we all have it But we're not equal Pardoned myself through the crowd Stopped in the mosh just to hustle Give a thumb up like when you hitch hike, and that'll make my night Slipped a sylph the 714 Her eye's rosy Her mind moseys along as she sings, n***a