PREFER MY HEAD NAPPY

INTRO

Everybody wants to keep up with everybody

Verse

I feel a bit jazzy - deep voice - I sound a bit raspy

Wear a suit, then i gone classy - feeling loose, I prefer my head nappy

Fuck the critics - preference my rhythm

Write a compelling story where camera never missin’

My dog got the magic and I got the vision

Wrote my own lyrics to quench all the thirsty

Plant the seed deep reaching mother earth’s mercy

Do a good deep for father time’s blessing 

Understand not stand over this message

I don’t got no answers - I just feel imprompt

Being Sir Lee Merrot = feeling nonchalant

If Black Lives Mattered then cops be out of a job

Buy yourself a house - focus on yourself

The world is in turmoil, so put your fire out

The Black anonymous - I’d rather not be found

Hiking a mountain, F— being in style

Yall are the Martin, I prefer to be exiled

Yall American, I serve a higher power

[Sample Harmonized w Pink Floyd - The Great Gig in the Sky]

I love this part - this is my part

This is how I feel - kinda that, I don’t know [you know]

I don’t know music that well but I feel minor

[You know] But minor’s a beautiful thing and

I feel minor

Errie is beautiful - weird is beautiful - being creepy is majestic

VENTING

Yeah - uh- my soul is a bit disturbed, my body is anxious but I’m trying to collect my thoughts - trying to figure out what the next minute will bring - forgive me for all the things I said, I do - I try to be so peaceful - but sometimes I’m just a little bit like deceitful - um- and opportunities come and go, and I feel that [yo no]

A long ago that I’ll reach a different mode - do I make sense 

No - I know… but lets be realistic, I’m a nappy headed nigga

Trying to figure out what my next figures will be from or where, or how, or what, or when -ah - I don’t know - I don’t got - I’m just figuring’ out that man, I got to stop it

The nonsense, I gotta get a rhythm - I gotta feel in my soul [BINGO] and feel it like I’m moving - Hold up, flowing I’m trying to be Pacific,, I’m trying to be specific, I’m trying to be articulate but damn it - I just rather be in the rhythm

In the rhythm, every moment, whatcha never thought - Hold up and lemme get a super flo 

I’m about to say a Super Saiyan, be a Saiyan - I am insane with my head out

I’m like hold up man, man, I need a slow down - I’m like jazzy, classy but damn if it I got swaggy then you think I’m Shaggy - but I don’t even do that weed

I’m just doing that drink - wine- red wine

If my words could age well - then all the time - I would say anything like all these rhymes

I be like man, this is my time, my style, my rhythm

Uh the stars and stripes - lost in the sky

But is that how it should be - rather than chained up all the time

Man - burgundy - man - Now I feeling more like Ebonics

I’m feeling that super wood - no more Ivory

I don’t feel for them keys - I feel for me

My soul was my own keys

I’m like making my own DREAMS

[own dreams, own dreams, own dreams]

Soon I’ll own my DREAMs - you feel me