9. SIMPLE Last day that you’ll waste,
starts out with bass/ The last letter you
erase, comes face to face with the horn
of Maceo/ Parker, start your, engines
to the beat of this soul drum/ Wanna
walk away but your feet got numb/ But
now you humming like dum dum dum
dum dum/ Good lord I wish I played
an instrument/ So I could as be so
proplyphic/ As my heroes/ Who killed
your stereo till the batteries dead/ You
say it’s all in my head, but nah it’s in
what I said/ To the point, precise and
nice/ I’ve got too many words and
I think it’s my vice/ Language is my
mistress, girl/ And I’ll cheat as much
as I can/ You don’t wanna miss this, yo
Sha pull up the van/ Lets’s go/ Let’s
tour, make some Al Green/ The more
you hear the more you scream/ It’s
simple as a shotgun, when aiming it
straight/ I see my peak right now and
I know I’m on pace/ To do a hit song
once every lifetime/ Say word if you
love to rewind/ I do I do, like to feel to
feel good/ But so far all my songs have
been depressing you/ Well I’m sorry for
bringing you down/ I swear nothing but
up this time around/ I speak for the
party like the party speaks for me/ Shut
your mouth and move your feet/ I don’t
mean to be cruel, but you’re --- with the
golden rule/ Never let em shine more
than your jewels/ Trust me when I say,
you don’t need the blasé/ You need an
808 right away/
(chorus)
Simple as a note coming out those
strings/ I’m a hold y’all I need you doing
all sorts of things/ Y’all moving like you
want to be theme in my song/ So I’m a
talk talk talk till the feeling is gone/
Weapon of choice is the tambourine/
Hit the bell to kill, by any means/
Laser guided, internet stupid/ Making
her confide in a Sam Cooke cupid/
She’s got arrows for days, as long as
the record plays/ But I’m invested in
the way the good luck stays/ too many
seconds, Not enough firsts/ Mistakes
can break your bank for what it’s worth/
We’re upsell the product by making it
hot/ You can buy it right now, 20 bucks
a pop/ That math again, making the
dance floor shake/ Looking like that
quake the only hit I make/ But I’ve
gotta be positive, like I got lots to give/
Giving you a hit like my perogative/
Minus all the coke and tabloids/ Move
your feet like your legs are paranoid/
Running away from whatever got the
better of you/ Gunning my game at
some letters making it beautiful/ True
indeed, now I got purpose/ Making it
bright, the rest is worthless/ Saying it
right, doing y’all a service/ Lost a bet
with myself when I wrote this/ Dark
days gone now the drums got focus/
Sha always said I could be the dopest/
Now I got a buzz like a thousand
locusts/ Doing all I can before my
window closes/ smash through the
glass when my time approaches/ And
leave the dance floor looking hella
moses/ Reach for your guns and come
up all roses/ Picture perfect like the
kid got poses/ say my name to never
say it again/ Stand bright in the light of
Adeem/
(chorus)