Excess Tricky (Ft. Alanis Morissette & Stephanie McKay)

I believe in eye deceivin'
Bob 'n weavin', I can breathe in
Make a wish in flower fishing
Moving vibration, mild relation
I'm jamaican on your radio station
Got a curse in, could be worse in
You first in a hearse in
Good as dead as nothing left in
Nothing left in, some might heading
I need a head rest in, feed from a warm breast
A man making hits with my child-bearing hips
Underground like, who's it sound like
You all sound the same but you don't know my name

I believe in people lying
I believe in people dying
I believe in people trying
I believe in people crying
I believe in people balking
I believe in people talking
I believe in people breathing
I believe in people being

We all sound the same, you don't know my name
Rearrange and things don't change
Things remain, feel the strain
Stress, catch my breath
Get some rest, [?] (There'll be a new tale of he and I)
And from the mess, couldn't care less (In fact any time, every day)
Sugar cane is like a smack to my vein (Write fictional stories)
Shook fame, but I don't complain (If you want to, on the street)