Seem to be saying my words,
I heard.
Sounding like me, b-a-b-y.
Wayward with my foreword.
Letting clouds brew storm-full,
but arresting natures flow,
expect the rain, but rain na fall,
who's you.
Distant drums
rapping out beats
voices like yours
speaking lyrics like mine.
Your autobiography of my life
spoke the speaking in tongues
both a'cient and modern
bo, yo, so, No
b-a-b-y,
I named this thing
r-o-c-k m-e.
Sparking a twitch,
an itch in my hips,
sounding sirens somewhere soulful.
Yo, bro drop that BASS.
Jah know.
Come face ta face with ya now.
Confronting the truth
of the lies, now,
you know how,
you think you know me.
Strutting, stuff, mad, as a bull,
got your head down,
are you shamed now,
kick the ground,
O' I see, go-on, charge me.
If you can, touch this illusion,
look there I am.
O' lay b-a-b-y,
you tired of posing me.
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