hip soul man from the south a portrait in sound a voice that would melt butter and freeze water to ice

and i have started to find that i'm beginning to lose my mind and she's someone else's world and not in mine and i have started to find that it feels like i'm running out of time y'see i just turned 29 and time's unkind i'm in time and i'm free and it's easy

hip soul man from the south a portrait in sound a voice that would melt butter and freeze water to ice

i sleep with a night-stick and i never ask twice i'm here to shake your bamboo thing y'know the one with the seeds in i'm in time and i'm free and it's easy step out step out step out step outside your self yourself

i was wondering if you wanted to phone me i was wondering if you were feeling lonely awake each morning with my fever raging aah i'm changing from the non-linear post-literal tribal man that i not am to the global electrician the erotic politician the physician with the vision y'see i am a heavyweight ladies and prone to thinking which serves my heart no purpose