I'm a pattern maker, bitch, I feel the name, yeah
Go to jail, yeah, I'm purely clean
This up in me, I step with the heart till I ring
Yeah, bitch, I ride it, but the jail, I reach it
Real race, I'm a pick on her, say she want the cassette, I mean
Groovy, but my pitch, she like clutch, yeah
Freaky, open at the lane, right out there
Rosy, bitch, I peep, she like conscious
She love it, drooling me away, she like all jazzy
Man, the killers are raving, I told Justin
Do it, break on a beat, my life, doll, yeah
In the bus, you in the space
Bitch, a drywall, piercing knife