PURSUIT

You need piano for the Soul I'm on a roll I need the Dough, the full set of 88 it ain't for show I'm Musical yes sir I been dat I'm after classics they gon spin back after Class and bring the pen back out they Bag and make they teachers push they Glasses up like "Wait who taught you that?" Auntie told me everyday she turn my vocals up to max I did numbers, that was purely inspiration aftermath I realized I need that bad I told the Man in the mirror the way you Make me feel another part of Me I load up that and shoot at Masses breaking limits I ain't Know I could push past I moonwalk Past em wit my brain off in some Satin living lavish, If I go too far I'm bragging, if I Stay right here I'm slacking.. rather Burn my gas in traffic.. running Plays my game All Madden… then I Took 2k to 4k switched my Vision up to picture myself Different I just had to turn my Brain Off