I'm in love
With an icon; i don't expect him to call
I'm crushed and ground in some disaster
And I feel like a criminal
Turn on the light, you'll come across me
Getting bruised and we're not even touching, touching
Are you sincere or are you dangling bait
And if it bites will you judge me?
I don't know what's genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad lynch pin?
I don't know what's genuine
I think about this is the ground or is it ground at all?
I thought i couldn't be touched until they tapped me out
And i didn't even feel it at all
The bigger the head, it's so full of shit
The neighborhood is one crowded bed
Their loss of strength; they say the earth is flat
And that the bend is in my head
Yo, fuck that!
I don't know what's genuine
So i go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad lynch pin?
I don't know what's genuine
Oh i'm losing control
Who's in control?
I'm losing control
Who's in control?
Oh, who's in control?
I'm losing control!
I'm losing control!
Can't be touched
Some think that they can't be touched
Sent from above
They think they can't be touched
Can't be touched, can't be touched
I don't know what's genuine
So i go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad lynch pin?
I don't know what's genuine