Threw these ears I revere: your thoughts, your fears, your inspiration
Most probably, will never relate to them
but, when these verbs & adjectives weigh; heat
yo brain's, forced to insulate with them.
Like a siren from a far
this form of seduction, an art
"I gotta beat I can't get out my head"
after it plays
it restarts
after it plays
it restarts
This music today got me distraught
Money, Drugs, and Women
They like success, only something I seen from a far
But I'ma make it;
I'ma change it
I got this beat in my head that keep replaying
& my old friends, raise they hands
Giving greeting & salutations
Keep catching my self momentarily
Chasing these pavements
No new friends; I believe you know the saying?
Started off rhythmic
what I'm hearing now is a manifestation
I gotta beat I can't get out my head
once it's done it keeps replaying