I got a cup full of hemlock, a mouth full of lies
A penthouse suite where I hang my disguise
Oww yeah, I'm in my own world
I'm in my own world
I got a sleeve full of tricks and a bullet in the chamber
Couch full of women in a room full of strangers
I'm in my own world, bitch I'm in my own world
While you standin' on the line outside

48th floor, open flask
Disfigured reflection starin' from a broken glass
I drink away my insecurities when life is hard
I'm takin' glasses to my face like I'm Ray Charles
'Cause I'm blind to you, haters
Make All Rappers Surrender…those are letters from M.A.R.S
Your girlfriend's been sendin' me texts all week
So tonight her bed is occupied, bitch, Wall Street
Don't be offended, I'm just twisted off lots of that purple
The topic is verbal then I probably got controversial
I'll body anyone that hops in my circle
Now I got ya dogs cryin' like that Sarah McLachlan commercial
Damn right I got enemies fuckin' up my plans
On the other hand, I'm doin' shows for a couple grand
So until you see these fans throwin' up they hands
I'ma sit you beneath the bleachers to help you "understand"

Written by Kinetics & One Love & Yung Joey
Produced by Kenna Okoye & Kinetics & One Love
Copyright © 2012
(This page only includes lyrics and explanations to Kinetics’s portions of the song. The recorded version, produced by Kenna Okoye, features a verse from rapper Yung Joey.)