Letras
I just wanna be freefalling,
falling free no grief no mourning,
see peeps breathe then leave with no warning
Was that your calling? Was this world too dam haunting?
ima try make hay while the suns here.
cuz who knows what's next, got 2 ears one mouth. I'm all blessed.
I should hear more n talk less so he says.
the ironies theft, sigh as I write more rhymes to project.
settle this vibe with a step for the times still left.
let's just progress and try forget to perfect, why so correct
is beauty in the eye or a nice hat with creps to match. my birds got a back
and I'm just a hyperactive chap yapping on tracks to relax.
shout Fybe one with the nice swung shakers and claps.
took my mind from vacant to stained with a splash
do i behave or react is a question I tend to contract
like whats this voice at back I only came here to unwind
and find a nice place she can shake her behind.
never too late for the bass to confide,
i'll climb these vines till they rate my design.
Mr misunderstood a big grin wishing for a lift to the shoobs
since lifted kids in the woods wede figure out the rhythm then scribble in our books,
way before good friends turned crooks, still here for a boogie, not a jook
turn a cheek they can say that I'm shook, let my shy mate give them a straight and a hook.
Mr misinterprets cuz that tin of worms ain't worth the disturbance.
I'm tryna make peace another regular occurrence,
furnish and nurture or merge with serpents.
yeah, as if that's a hard choice to make.
as if I'm gonna wait for them tarts to debate,
learn my lessons and earn my plate
get the new tunes prepped till they've heard my take.
it's sunny down here, funny how peers make money around here.
2 ways to see which one will appear, one rides on the beach one rides on the gear,
I choose neither, fly by sweeter,
I don't want beef with a bird or a geezer
cut loose fakes that ain't permanent either.
I'll be right here tryna serve through the speaker,
Mr misunderstood a big grin wishing for a lift to the shoobs
since lifted kids in the woods wede figure out the rhythm then scribble in our books,
way before good friends turned crooks, still here for a boogie, not a jook
turn a cheek they can say that I'm shook, let my shy mate give them a straight and a hook