go poof Now what might happen without me knowin' That's why I find myself always tip-tip toeing She tried to let prophecy sneak yp on me But I woke up, I told her "yo step off me" What you wnat me to do? You want me to sweat blood, And hang up on your strings like a marionette does? Go to the pm on the dock of the bay, sit You need a clue. go back to the basics. She needs to learn her abc's Her and I sail on different seas. She sees different from what I sees. {do you believe? hell no} ( chorus ) I lost touch with reality. I keep it as far as I can from prince be I just didn't run with the way she flowed, To where I just said "yo, I gots to go" But my heart wasn't I'll or mad at her I just chose to laugh at her And disragard everything she tells me Believe in her and she's happy and healthy What is real, a posotive plane Reality and life are no the same As to her equivalent to what is real She doesn't appeal to how I feel Maybe I should try transchanneling her {prince, you're taking this trip to far} Ok, fine, nevermind But reality used to be a friend of min