What goes up, must come down. What goes around, must come back around

I got all that entertainment. Real **** favorite, real ****

Yeah, I recognize. Real shit, when you hear, you understand

King Medic, turn me up

A cellophane bags, you match, I'll match. I'll be right back, as long as you don't run off on the plug

I send one of my shooters to light your back up, and practice makes perfect

And I'm a perfectionist, met this chick excellence. Let's go fish, you can glide off a cliff

Cinnamon coffee and grits, and vets and grits

King Medic, turn me up

Glamour and glance, smoking totes, DMT, tapped in with your soul

You know and I know, let's go and get down

A wolf in sheep's clothing, golden, chosen, in the snow with post-its

Corporate vanquish, loose lips, sunk ships, anklets

Lane switch, blood creep, range clip, game spit, exchange gifts

Surf sticks, blank clips, candle wicks, stay lit, breathe life in the pool fit

And you know and I know, let's go and get down

King Medic, turn me up