But luckily the seats go back
I got a knack to relax in my mind
Sipping some red, red wine
[Verse]
I sit bruised from chalices, holding my palaces
Crib is so crampy suckers suffer from paralysis
Rhymes, I write them in the castle
You try to diss me and pretty soon your ass
Will squat in a cell 'cause I can tell you it's illegal