PACING LIKE PRINCE

 

You got the tools

And the lack of recognition

Just enough to keep you hungry, boy

Hungry for food

Fantastic ambition

Fishing for ears so to catch some noise

And if you go too slow, you never get it

If you go too fast, you never get to get it good

 

I am the junk-beat lover

Whirlwind singer

Makes no difference if it's wrong it's right

I learn to love the words, learn the definitions

I wax poetic by the candlelight

And if it gets above my head, I get it

If it sinks below my feet, I learn to let it go

 

They got me reeling like a reel-to-reel, feeling insane

Hating on my music, calling me names

But I am more than able, more than Cain

Pacing like Prince in Purple Rain

They got me thinking 'bout it

 

Little mamacita in a big, big bed

Begging, pleading, Papi why you reading

Crazy Carmelito paints a picture instead

He got to bob and weave and leave her needing

Truth that can't be denied, you know he got it

If it has to do with a lie, well he forgot it and he should

 

Oh, what good to be a truth-seeker, crowd-pleaser touring the world

Pacing in that hotel, missing his girl

While she is in another's bedroom miles away

Pacing like Prince in Purple Rain

Thinking 'bout it

 

I got the tools

And the lack of recognition

Just enough to keep me hungry, boy

Hungry for food

Fantastic ambition

Fishing for ears so to catch some noise

And if I go too slow, I never get it

If I go too fast, I never get to get it good

 

Whoa, they got you reeling like a reel-to-reel, feeling insane

Bleeding out your music, wincing in pain

But you are more than able, more than Cain

Pacing like Prince in Purple Rain

They got me thinking 'bout it, thinking ‘bout it, thinking ‘bout it

Pacing like Prince in Purple Rain