Now let me tell you something that happened last week / I thought I became less bound to seek / I never lost my voice, but I couldn’t speak / took all kinds of pills but I wouldn’t sleep / ‘cause I saw, I swear, the face of an angel / I was certain to be alone ‘til the casket from my cradle / she took my number, and now I’m bound to break / ‘cause she wont call me, I raise the stakes… / I raise the stakes by two hundred percents / I wont stop thinking of her ‘til they close my curtains / ‘til they close my coffin / feels like I’m stuck under the surface / I feel bad, I feel I’m the worstest / can’t imagine someone falling in love with me / actually / I feel like some kind of a disease / but what if I’m wrong!? Oh, I hope I am / yet fuck the hope, goddamn!

That girl! She’s the yin to my yang / the spring to my fall, yeah, she has it all /
She’s the clothes to my closet / and the rhyme to my flow / She’s the truth to my gossip / And the high to my low / That girl! She’s the yin to my yang / and the nose to my face / She's the big 2 my bang / and the ring on my hand

I never thought I’d find another one right at the next-door / I thought I’d have to seek and explore / ‘cause I got hurt pretty bad, straight to the core / didn’t thought I’d ever have sex no more / But then I found this girl / she who twirled my world / she loves me for who I am and I love her / I wouldn’t give her up, not for a million dollars / I’ma stick with her for like a billion hours / but I’m sure she’ll ditch me before that / that’s what usually happens when I’m attached…/ and I don’t blame her, I understand / I’m just mad, that she wont let me stay inside her wonderland / she won’t mind the scars and all of my bruises / she understands, and she helps me through it / and maybe someday, I wont be on Prozac’s / on Valium, maybe I’ll be like your motherfucking ass

That girl! She’s the yin to my yang / and the kick to my snare / She's the big 2 my bang / and the ring on my hand / That girl! She’s the yin to my yang / the ring to my hand / damn / That girl she's the yin to my yang / and the nose to my face / She's the sting to my wasp / and the ming to my vase / that girl / she's the yin 2 my yang / the finger on my hand / she's the ring to my finger / and like the singer of my band

Stick;
Don’t wanna smoke grass / or be a low-class / broke-ass / on Prozac’s / no matter what I’d go back / to you, transfer / to all of my questions, you were the answer / you didn’t even had to reply / I don’t nag / or brag / and you don’t deny / with you I wanna multiply / and eventhough / you wanna go / separate ways / ima love you forever, for the rest of my days / you’re the yin to my yang / the hell to my damn / I want to feed you grapes / cause you got what it takes / you’re above the fakes / don’t commit mistakes / I wanna always be together with you / it’s true / wanna always be together with you