[...my tongue is always on fire]

Counting down to one-two-three
No one is as high as me
I am the sky, I am the sea
Look at me, look at me!

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
And drift off to the stars of Mars
I am the moon stuck in your orbit
'Round, around, I DON'T GIVE A -

Nah, that was too easy
You can do better than that, Dee
In the zone, away I go
Don't poke my face yet (oh, oh, oh, oh!)

Sit back, relax, and pass the pills
Check my flow, motherfucker, I'm ill
A milli, a milli and Nigerian hair
Man, like, I don't even care

Word to your mother...bitch.