Used to wear em on my sleeve now i write my emotions,
but what good is paper floatin in the oceans,
i got devotion just gimme my promotion,
you got the notion start reaching for the lotion,
finally the spoon is used to eat my memories,
now that you're sending these i'm forgetting my enemies,
just like your expertise i'm digging in the treasuries,
whats goods a man if he's not packing extra cheese?
red bra on but not much else below,
it seems like us facebooking was so long ago,
its not sinning let me be in your game show,
thats me winning, your feelings will overgrow,
break through the pot known as Massachusetts,
ask me for honesty i'll tell you what the truth is,
you got me acting better, this must be show biz,
which of us will win the grammy? i don't know miss.