deeply invested and indebted only to Me but She making me think deep within colors that don't even exist,!

Beautiful and instalicious heartiest thirdt so insatiable unquenchable damn girl you ravenous infamous and venomous but such a unmodeist Tantalizing temperature rising so fine inlign within the lines yet not to be confined or undermined nor in the sights to be defined so fine a infinite goddess, got me trapped inside a vision inner transition innermost and a deep embedded like A psychological obsession, operational devisive all but non attainable It’s been a couple years, a couple thousand daily daydreams instalicious Fluorescent color spectrums splitting open at the gray seams Beyond the ultraviolet, neon crimson, psychic friction The definition of an exotic, erotic drug addiction Fast pace, race the clock, I’m chasing after every contour Got the mentality of a predator knocking at your front door No, scratch that—I’m a king and you’re the treasure that I’m targeting An ancient ritual, no time for talking or for bargaining Your maturity is lethal, specialized, a heavy weapon I’m paralyzed, I’m hypnotized the second that you step in. (Chorus - Tech N9ne Style - Fast, breathless delivery, rapid-fire double-time flow) Exotic, hypnotic, completely neurotic The way that I want it, you got it, I spot it In colors that don’t even exist in the light I’m deep in your matrix, I’m running the night Donna, it’s years that I’m waiting to strike To slide in the rhythm and power the mic No boundaries, no limits, we breaking the lock Just purely electric, we stopping the clock. (Verse 2 - Token & Hopsin Style - Aggressive, hyper-fast, complex internal rhymes) Got the hyper-drive active, the rhythm attractive We moving electric, the focus reactive Every second we tracking, the pattern is cracking The energy stacking, there’s nothing we lacking In the blink of an eye, we accelerate past Breaking the limit and moving too fast Got the blueprint design, every line is aligned A synchronized spark in the back of the mind No stopping the motion, we chasing the thrill The clock is spinning, it never stands still Through the flash of the neon, the future is clear We locked in the zone and we shifting the gear. (Verse 3 - Struggle Jennings, Outlawz & Haystack Style - Gritty, southern-fried, outlaw-soul delivery) Yeah, years on the block, watching Donna pass by Grit in my teeth, look her straight in the eye An older style driving a young outlaw wild Hypnotized by the country, the style, the smile Deep-fried, heavy bass, struggle in the dirt Thick like Haystack, putting in the work Endless daydreaming in a whole different shade Waiting on the moment that the history is made. (Outro) Colors that don’t exist... Donna. Hypnotic. Yeah. Just like that. (Bass fades out fast)