= Forgive me for writing music =


I can create words from my sillouette.
I could fake the world in a way you wont expect.
Direct is the cause.
I'm here for effects.
The middle of dark, just the moon over head.
Look at me baby Booker T crazy I know.
Tried to retain it like Pusha T made it I'm on.
Like a fiend lately melt your screen saver log off.

But there's no way I could fake that.
Ya you got that whole waistland.
The Nature like phases en-ig-mat-i-cal anchors.
I'm paintbrushed by your vase, bust (Woah)
Moves that might shake the floor.
Like Tyler the Creator.  (Earfquake.)

I Don't know when to stop it Hop in that blimp do not copy.
Cop you a whip and they talking, talking they top from they bottom.
Jog in Sweatsuits like I'm rocky so sharp your feet should be watching.

= Forgive me for writing music =