playwright

Yeah I'm in awe What a play What a show Yeah Yeah, Pull the curtains up I got a whole lotta roles I got a whole lotta facets I got a whole lotta moulds I got a whole lotta brackets I got a whole lotta shades, whole lot to paint, take out the palette I got a whole lotta highs, whole lotta lows, strike me a balance I am the playwright I got my play right I write my own lines, your play got ghosts I am the guest, I am the host I got the bread, raise me a toast Libretto liberating the whole I let my feelings exposed Nobody stepping my scene I got the lock on my show (Woah) Yeah, Pull the curtains up Yeah, what am I supposed to do? Yeah, what am I supposed to do? Highness, mindless, free the pen itself, woah-oh Throne, I'm the regal, I'm the mighty Grown, I'm a leader, I'm the righteous Lot of miles to hike before the final Lot to justify, who's not a liar? Lot to testify, who's not on trial? Lot to liberalize, who's not a hire? Lot to reconcile, who's not a fighter? Lot to satisfy, I'm still desiring (Highly) But I'm close, I know, to the climax