I'm The One Twice Over

Damn Where My Roof Just Go? Top Slipped Off Like Janet At The Super Bowl.

Buzz So Big I Could Probably Sell A Blank Disc.

I'm In The Mood To Get Faded, So Please Bring Your Finest.

I Just Set The Bar, Niggas Fall Under It Like A Limbo

Sittin There Wishin Their Problems Became Ours, Cause We Have Nothin In Common Since I Done Became Star.