so need a fix
body itchin
stomach clenchin
i'm a cubase-head
reason-tard
protools, digidesign fiending pawn
yes, it's true
hittin the mic blows me higher than neptune
tryna keep it cool
but this habits got me wildin
how
cuz i've been out
not down
searchin for elevation
concetration loosing ground
forcing myself out of complacency
yet all i need



is my fix
like lina
but it's not a he
to put is simply
melodic freedom with a hint of camoflaged meanings
harmonic weaving
and some dissonance to keep the head bobbers beating
all i needs an hour or two
and i promise you
i'll be good

until tomorrow rolls around
say about noon