This is a song about "I can t get you out of my head"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I stay in the shower for so long to get the bad thoughts out of my head

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

In my bed with visions of you in my head, still i pray

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

Nobody ain't own us yet

All of the hair from out my head