because I don't have a set list.
Well, they never give me one
because I can't see without
So I don't bother with a set list.
I just ask them every two seconds
Something rare has its season
Lyric fair, beauty sublime,
such an opus as well of time.
I am full of grand ideas.
I've been perfecting them
Largest life with a purpose,
Still a way to go, we better cancel it
One can't rush into these things
From our TBT s to the town
I'll write a book about my life,
A masterpiece isn't born in a day,
But then we split to make
and never leave the shelves
of our TBT s to the jail.
We're still falling on our cuffs.
Till a party leads me to the sun