Getting into incredible scenes as the southern US dreams The color of your soul Where unshackled, dancing spirits take control Feet contact to terra firma via tactical movements painting its target You attack, artistically I resist no longer Upon your canvas I fall
Where (apparently) all roads lead to Your heart, the coronary Colosseum. A stronghold I yearn to hold tight Under the roar of the crowd And the loudness of your beats
There are psalms that Cadillacs crank Your viscous soul At the seat of this purple drank think tank Sticking to my ribs like backyard barbecue Santoor mallets tapping my heartstrings Doing 10 in a 65, side-to-side Front, back Letting the melodies ride and glide
Whatever words you'd utter, I'd usurp its presence within the second it leaves your lips. Floating on cloud 9 To catch your breath with my fingertips Kinda like I want our lungs to be in a relationship Or something close to enjoying the heights
Then record our previous accords just before Midnight.