Hey Boy

Hey boy

I like ideas, I like to be inspired

How it feels when all the energy is not drop-tired

I can smile wide and breathe the light of others

But I got my own game, baby

I do not take what I cannot cover

Hey boy

Why you look at me like that?

Wanna place your judgements, but you can't

What you don't know, what you never will

The press of my soul, the depths of my skill

And you say

You say, you really dig my style

You really like those things that I do

But if you did, I would think that

Maybe you would understand the way I move my body

When I'm dancing, it's not directed at you

Hey boy

Why you look at me like that?

Wanna place your judgements, but you can't

What you don't know, what you never will

The press of my soul, the depths of my skill

Does my faith make me easy?

Am I just some kind of slut?

Some fucking groupie 'cause I dig this music?

And if I'm talking to some guy

Well that could only imply

I'm gonna take him home, I'm gonna use him

Why would you assume it?

Hey boy

Why you look at me like that?

Wanna place your judgements, but you can't

What you don't know, what you never will

The press of my soul, the depths of my skill

And hey boy

Why you look at me like that?

Wanna place your judgements, but you can't

Inside of me, there grows this tree

It's branches are free, are free

Don't give yourself so much credit

Waving your hand at my frivolous behaviour

Think I could be an honest open source to

To be reckoned with, and I don't owe you shit

'Cause you bought me a drink, oh

Well, hey boy