Poppa don’t mind that he’s losing time ‘cause everyone is there even when they’re gone.
Pulling all-nighters, disassociating’s perfectly alright in theory.
Resolute as his tenure winds around a singular point that a human designed
It’s understandable when melodies hit.
Just add it to the Real Book; we’ll keep it, shug.
Meanwhile, I wanna live as the arrogant foil to chance chemical bonds from an erotic conception.
I like to improvise, waving left and right, building repertoire with practice.
Panic sets in as the hours wind around a singular point that some human designed.