This is a song about "Senses"

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Chorus 2: i've finally came to my senses all over again,

We were all stupid and outta our senses

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

I dilly dally when in this- n' still i batter your senses

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

Day walkers are weak, they lack our keen senses

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

No? well i can, even though my senses are failing me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy