This is a song about "Losing senses"

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

All we need is convienient love

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

So stop using, choosing all the ones that are already losing.

Gotta be something for me write this

The act thrills all of my senses

Chorus 1: i've finally come to my senses all over again,

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Im losing my vitality

That's why i'm makin' money

Day walkers are weak, they lack our keen senses

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

You told me god was the answer

I'm losing my stature