This is a song about "Patterns"

I'm imaging the patterns

So you finally got the nerve

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Call on one of your girls

Anchored to expected patterns

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Anchored to expected patterns

Talking of the gods you serve