Stronger (feat. Nikki Jean)

And they say...

Opium to the ceiling

All for the love of plugs, squealing 'ugh', healing

No more Timberland turf

You're too soft for this, award-winning awkwardness

You walking off into the office with

In the rims with friends and like state trials and Paypals

In nondescript homes in Arizona

In sub-divided neighbourhoods, with floors made of solid wood

In roofs of clay tiles sits a couple million dollars

Said I tried but the old me blew it

Exactly how you knew I'd do it

All my brothers, I would love to paint 'em Jewish

Reinfiltrate the movement and assassinate the music

Exaggerate the ass and face then masturbate to it

The constituency brilliant but the candidates are stupid

I'm too rude to ask for nudes

But way too ruthless not to pursue it...

(Maybe)

Maybe you feel me when I...

Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say)

Whatever don't kill me

Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day)

To the horses, made her body porous

Absorbing up the pork, made 'em enormous

Fear of rape, made 'em informant

Fully shroomed in the motel room waiting to torment

Never trust a dope fiend with your hopes and dreams

Let 'em play in museums with the dead bodies and broken things

What happens when the sugar barons meet the coca kings

And they beam it into space

Seem to be in place

At the parent teacher conference

With hallucinations screaming in her face

The cleaning lady crazy

She say she got a demon in the safe

But its eating through the back

And soon be leaving through the gates

The holla'er shouts, "Who's bright enough to pay a toddler

That watch a ghoulish oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah?"

Maybe a Phoenix-based multi-million dollar launderer

Who fucked the cartels so bad, she attended court on the monitor

(Maybe)

Maybe you feel me when I...

Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say)

Whatever don't kill me

Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day)

Bad trippin' through the tenderloin

Slimmer that a slot to enter coins to let a nigga join

A figure skater like Michelle Kwan

Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb ice

Then hold onto it like the Elron device

Then pass the audition

To the poor hands sided in maelstrom's position

Street sales in comparison pale to

The Scottsdale bail bonds commission

It's like trappin' out the pawn shop

Gettin' close to the magic like the wrappin' on the wand box

Third layer from the wave

And grant absurd last prayers and first favours from the grave

To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves

Politics bring fevers

To punish dealers

Adjudicate the Johnsons and stop the ring leaders

The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs

Cook E in the family tree for steam fevers

(Maybe)

Maybe you feel me when I...

Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say)

Whatever don't kill me

Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day)