Στοίχοι: Jay Electronica. Candy Man.

You look pretty today baby what you smiling at this time,
You got a nigga hooked like salmon on the fishline.
Smell like baby powder, strawberries, and cream,
The candy man from New Orleans would like to dip you in the stream.
Your rear view is panoramic,
Let me hold your hand take you to my planet,
Throw on some Atlantic,
Star, sippin on some glasses.
Sit back relax watch time roll past ya,
Now you caught up in the rapture.
Better check the NASA, I'm out of this world,
My dissertations be stumbling blocks with scholars at Yale.
I had a double shot of Jack Daniels, no rocks with lemon,
She said she could'nttrust me cause I know lots of women,
Plus you might be too much with your alpha male syndrome,
Girl you something else with your carmel skintone.
That Gucci got you feelin extra sassy,
That Alexander McQueen is classy,
How the hell you get pass me?
Well... I guess that's yesterdays mixup,
Now blast that Carter III real loud and twist the shit up.
We broke bread, she let me taste her lips just a lickle bit,
You the type of nigga I imagine huffin nickels with,
You the type of bigoting they pattering the scriptures with.
Jay the most treacherous set banger,
Electric neck wrangler,
JVC stereo cassette mangler.