This is a song about "Enchanted attic"

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

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

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic