I don't hear you but I see you
I do it that way because I am not to play the fool
The soft bellow of your sinful percussions are as smooth as a southern pimp's dress code
But I stay rigid for your eyes betray your secret without the skipping that shall be lost no more
Chasing new heights with the sides of a sour patch kid
One sour and the other sweet
Look out World, I'm sure to demolish your obstacles or make you accomplish defeat