Saturday Morning

Let me hop in this I’m blasting off like Rocket-ships A fully blown introvert with A Dash of A confidence I’m not sure If It’s true, It’s just A hypothesis I’m so full of doubt but I try to be an optimist Lean back and just bop to this A simple beat Made by yours truly I cook this heat Then I script the lyrics like A movie I’m Moody And I range from being goofy to gloomy Man I’m too clean I make sure my stuff’s always groovy Like a mystery machine In the late 60s My bars would’ve made Velma scream jinkies It’s a Saturday morning let me talk cartoons sheesh Get out of my sight and go ghost please I’m in my own universe Spitting so damn diverse I could spit upside down Or even in reverse Let me disperse All my emotions No longer try to hold them And watch my stresses finally get eroded I just wanna write and have fun I just need my beats no one