He flyin high, Eek-A-Mouse'in, ganja smugglin'
The kind of shit you only saw once, kinda like shooting stars,
Thats why she was always making wishes, chasing cars
He spoke in foreign exchange, she couldnt Google translate the gold bars,
or drive Minicooped Vitzes, watch Pocahaunted Avatars
Subliminal, that criminal, most of him was minimal
After all men are from Mars, they give a dollar when you shake ass
and what not, virgin thoughts still prickly like forget me nots
Broke my virgnity on the monkey bars, quote unquote
Sick jokes like those float His boat, and once in a while he'd steal a quote
To make them butterflies flutter at the very mention of her's names
Call the bitch a Lady, and she'd goo goo gaga like its a love game
And thats the price of fame or lack of it
Nothing stays the same, or lacks of shit
Sweet is still twisted, curses still tag with the gifted
But no matter how much her hands be lifted,
They'll still go down after all
In a perfect somersault...
Sia Furler
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me
Viktor Vaughn
She wondered would it hurt again, a scary new setting
a Mary Lou Redding, perfect 10, was it worth it then
he woulda made the clicks switch way back
for a quick pitch in the haystack
with a bad bitch, like payback with interest
used to keep a nice cool trimless
flipped it for a highschool gymnast
she was thicker than the kick off supersonic
sicker than the bubonic, to Vik it was plutonic
wow...found a new playmate,
at this late stage he couldnt get the name straight
told her it was all up in your calf muscle,
showed her how to pull it off
brawl, laugh and tussle
at one point, she thought he was a lame cat
with game for the rats, a dog to claim the blame at
he told her maybe its your mama fault, for givin you the shaker
somey-somey-somersault...
Sia Furler
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me
