T.F.O

And I believe that we are here On this star and space To try to help one another right And first we have to survive And then we have to thrive And to thrive, to express ourselves Alright, well here's the rub We have to know ourselves And if you get close to what you love Who you are is revealed to you and it expands Mayday, Mayday Slow dancing while the world is burning, I feel like I'm Mayer Better send a prayer to the Lord Bend the rules like I'm a pro player Fingers dancing on the frets Pen is jumping on the paper I'm not the greatest I'm just greater than I was before and later Imma show my neighbor what I wrote and make her a Believer not a hater Everybody sleeping on me deep This is such an understatement You know a lot of people really struggle to give themselves Permission to be creative and Reasonably so, I mean we are all a little suspect of our own talent Most people have to go to work all day long And they come home and they fight with their spouse and they eat And they like turn on the old boob tube and Somebody's trying to sell them something I find that very liberating cause I think that most of us really want to Offer the world something of quality Something that the world would consider good or important and That's really the enemy because it's not up to us Whether what we do is any good The stars I'm shooting for are not on the pavement I'm not an MC for the clout, surely not for the payment I'm not an MC at all Mix some Miller, bit of Mayer and my music was born Shout out to Macao's horn Shout out to Herbie, B.B King All my love goes to John Frusciante of course Y'all made a fellow raised in Greece wanna take up the torch Never wished I had a Porsche All I need is my queen sipping with me rum and cola on the porch And of course Let me give a lil' holla to my baby mama cause she nothing like the other hoes Real ladies never put you in a drama but they help you with your cause