This is a song about "Enchanted attic"

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

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

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

'cause the way my rhymes enchanted,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit