Vertigo

Kareema know just what it is she does

It cant be hard for her to get a buzz

Down in the street below

You can hear the drunken prophet sing

"I know whats on your mind my boy

I can see oh everything

Lead pipes are fortune made well

Take a tip from me

Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be

Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please"

Who really knows just what it is she does

It cant be hard for her

To get a buzz

The rapture of vertigo

And letting go

Me myself i was never sure

Was it the liquor

Or was it my soul?