packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour, 9 AMAnd

jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

1: saidA fool would say it's overBut insteadThe voice

a good day I can see foreverI can take

1: Brandon your eyes just haven't been the same,

holding backYou're hard to readYour a 21st century kindYou're

a little bit funny, this feeling insideI'm not one

I took myself a blue canoeAnd I floated like a leafDazzling,

have I got to do to make you love

Don't wish it awayDon't look at it like it's foreverBetween you

sun is up and the shades are all pulled

threw back that shiny hairLike the mane on a

bags out on the bedYour closet's all cleared outYou

is the moment whenThe gods expect me to beg for

Daniel is traveling tonight on a planeI can see the red

1: Tulio & hardly think I'm qualifiedTo come across

problem is for many yearsI've lived my life publiclySo

can't control this flesh and bloodThat's wrapped around my

& ingonyama bagithi uhm ingonyama'Ngonyama ba boHi'

can't light no more of your darknessAll my pictures