Say ho to the left then ho to the right,
Don't leave me on cite,
Gunna have to be "Type Write"
No one is gunna get you into a fight,
We argue black and white.

Tropical storms headed In my direction if I'm not careful of the stop sign ahead,
I shouldn't of been stealin' that cookie bread,
What's left unsaid?
Or even unfed?

I'm unclothed,
In the heart, On  the outside I'm half-clothed

Pretty much I wanted JJ the whole time,
And now wanting him feels like a crime,
I think it's still worth the climb,
Sometimes I act like a mime,
Every line has to Ryhme?
Which has every local time.

Interesting enough,
Off-The-Cuff,
No better than Marshmellow fluff,
I gatta get stuff,
Don't call me on his bluff,
Just take one...