Music of Speech
Some people think I smoke weed.
I guess it’s that connection between the smoke and the music
the power to bring back
the memory of
It’s the sound of your voice in the morning on the phone
when you call me at home
just to say hello.
Fuck weed, fuck pills, fuck that white powder snuff stuff
cause I don’t gotta get high to get hot when you grab my thighs
don’t gotta drink to think that there’s lust in your eyes
but we can get fucked up for fun
play pool till the risin of the sun
but let me show you how I run when I’m done.
I can function on a dime
on a penny
on the sly
don’t need to puff to help me get by.
I tried on your shoes, I know they fit
but that’s just a fringe benefit
I gotta see if you got the whole outfit
before we can make a go of it
I need to know a bit
about how we gonna compromise
the two of our lives
we’re comin from opposite sides.
Let me tell you how I’m gonna give in,
you go out and smoke with your friends
but when you get stoned,
you need to go on to your own home
and brush your teeth
and sleep in your sheets
cause I got enough to do
while you take care of you and yours
and maybe we can open doors
between the world you’re livin in
and the life I’m tryin to spin