the height of illusion, at every chance
i ignite confusion than chuckle and danceI'm every bit of trife, I eye your wifeand lustshe's a bustimagery and visuals, an individualyou can't trustI'm a haterI take pride in nothing greaterand that's never enoughhell sent, in any event, I'm chronicallydiscontentI hardly ever express respect atany extentI'm such the crabI need haters rehabpraise you in your face and raise youin disgracebehind your backthis is what i do, why can't anyone respect my point of view in factI'm broke and lonely, a true phonyto the heartI'd do anything to see your success fall apartI envy your career and blessingsI'm a grown adolescent, so immatureI'm just a hater and can't find a cure