This is a song about "Attic"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic