Rose Jordan - Tarantula

{Intro}
Man, I got a lot on my mind
A lot on my plate
Everybody eating good
But left me the throwaways
I done threw away my life
I sealed my fate
I signed up with the voices
All they did was add the date

{Verse 1}
Okay, do she love me
Do she love me not
Honestly, I forgot
If she hear that, she's coming back packed
Then she gon' blow the spot
I knew that I been a lot
I know I'm not perfect, and she don't deserve it
But I'm tryna tie the knot
So she can't escape
She has her own mind at the end of the day
I really don't mind if she finds a new bae
But he's gonna die if I find him lying on top of the bed where I used to lay
Calling the Feds and telling them that his mother is dead
He took a machete and cut off her head
I found her in flowers and floundered like Ned
Maybe that's tentative
I need to be a little sensitive
I don't think you really understand
What'll happen if she's into him
I'm tryna be a better him, or a better me
The inner me is my enemy
She's knows everything about me
But I still blow her mind, she's a Kennedy

{Chorus}
My head is a tarantula
It goes 8 ways and moves like a parabola
My head is a tarantula
It goes 8 ways and moves like a parabola

{Verse 2}
The problem is
I'm too fond of this common sense
The conning isn't common
But it's how I find a dollar bitch
I gotta find a dollar
Give a holler for the commas
I'm not stopping for no periods
Sentence me to death, grinning at the grim
Vintage Chucks up in the air, now I'm hanging off the rim
In a sim, passing time, sunken place, Coraline
Sell my pics of iodine, I'm borderline to Columbine
I can combine my intellect, cash out on my disrespect
Sell my soul to music, when I'm old, that's when I interject
My skin and flesh has been infected
Resurrect my intersect
Redirect my retrospect
Looking back at child neglect
Disconnect my dialect
Misdirect the sound effect
Of screaming from the vivisect
I'll freeze my neck with VVS
You niggas childish, PBS
Go and grab your sippy cup of little stuff
Fuck it up
'Cause I been anxious from the jump
My tarantula
Hands are up, screaming banter
Sing the anthem of Quaranta
Ghost ride the Danny Phantom
She's a brown skinned dancer
Black interior for rental
4 times, 3 X's
Black Cudi playing Tantor

{Chorus}
My head is a tarantula
It goes 8 ways and moves like a parabola
My head is a tarantula
It goes 8 ways and moves like a parabola