Mister Rae:
She's a streetcar but she lacks desire
Couldn't get her to bark or call me sire
We're floating apart, please hold me tighter
One smoke left but she stole my lighter
Not enough words in the world to describe her
Complicated - off the beat in our cipher
Deeper than a gypsy deep-sea diver
Colder than a reject - Kids don't like her
Neither do I but this is Love though
I guard my treasure chest like a cut-throat,
One-eyed pirate, Mama I'll be-late
Like a birthday card way pass your big date
"Suicide, it's a suicide"
She's got my thoughts slipping to the other side
Knock, knock... No jokes it's all Truth-or-dare
"I hate you so much yet I wish you were here"

So What?

Teck-Zilla:
I've got a pre-occupation: women is my occupation
I'm so sick like Ne-yo I need inoculation
All I see is physical F--- communication
Touch, feel, taste... Configuration
But now I'm grown up with new computations
I had to change the parameters and Calibrations
After the score I ignore all celebrations
I need a recess calling all delegations
Together like coagulation,
We need to clarify without alteration
No pointing of fingers and no accusations
I'm losing my head it feels like decapitation
I assume you and I need more validation
The situation is messy we need sanitation
So I leave with these salutations
I hope your eggs grow from your next ovulation

So What?

Mister Rae:
The Alien princess of my space opera
For you I Tom Cruised sofas with no Oprah
Walked in your shoes like I was your daughter
All for the happily ever after
But there's no end, just another chapter
Just pretend for a sec like I matter
Like grey and white holding organic data...
Data, whatever I hate her
So I launch a "gravity rainbow" at her planet
Only to regret it and then absorb the damage
Lost both shields and my Mega-thrusters
Facebook-goddess could I ever trust her
I don't know, though
I feel I'm being clowned like my ID says "Bobo"
This power-puff girl keeps killing my mojo
Master I lost like I can't find your dojo