tools
and the lack of recognition
Just enough to keep you hungry, boy
Hungry for food, fantastic ambitions
Fishing for eaves so to catch some noise
And if you go too slow, you'll never get it
If you go too fast,
you'll never get to
get it good
I am the drunk beat lover,
whirlwind singer
Make no difference if it's wrong,
it's right
I learn to love the words,
learn the definitions
I wax poetic by the candlelight
And if it gets above my head, I get it
If it sinks below my feet,
I learn to let it go
They got me readin' like a reader,
bein' feelin' insane
Hatin' on my music,
callin' me names
But I'm more than able,
more than can
Pacing like Prince in Purple Rain
They got me thinkin' bout it
Mmm, they got me thinkin' bout it
Little Mamacita in the big, big bed
Beggin', pleadin',
pop it while you're readin'
Crazy Carmelita paints a picture instead
He got to bob and weave and
leave her needin'
Truth that can't be denied,
you know he got it
If it has to do with a lie,
well, he forgot it and
he should
Oh, what good to be a truth -seeker,
crowd -pleaser, tourin' the world
Pacin' in that hotel, missin' this girl
while she is in another's bedroom
Miles away,
pacing like Prince in Purple Rain
Thinkin' bout it
I got the tools,
and the lack of recognition
Just enough to keep me hungry,
boy, hungry for food
Fantastic ambition, fishing for ease,
so to catch some noise
And if I, I go too slow, I never get it
If I, I go too fast,
I never get to get it good
Oh, they got you reeling
like a reel -a -reel,
feeling insane
Reading out your music, wincing in pain
But you are more than able,
more than cane
Pacing like Prince in Purple Rain
Mmm, they got me thinking about it,
thinking about it, thinking about it
Pacing like Prince in Purple