Theres somethin i gotta hold that i cant hold back, im outta control, im on the wrong track, my mind is bold but my soul is black, i gotta bag full of weed but its in the wrong pack, my ladder you could climb on, but its in the wrong sack....im feelin crazy, i feel like a daisy, the flower that you sniff and start to feel lazy, and day dream about the girl named stacey, shes hot, and fine, but shes the girl that put you through lots of crime, jipped your a$$ off with lots of dime, the one who made you speechless when you couldn`t rhyme, my a$$ gotta leave, im running out of time......