every body wanna talk about somebody no body wanna really do nothing about it so I pick up the pin and pad start writing down what's in my head gears spining what appears to be between my ears fears never being tough enough like a glad bag got to get a grab stop being a chump rebook pump it up Stephen curry shoot straight from the hip never miss inside the paint it's like I fade away ito a shady place but the devil tried to invade my space like a game of charades guess who Dr Sue's not you two can Sam follow my nose witch ever the way the wind blows I had to grow and grow out like the bird on the hood of a thunder bird sore like an eagle let the spirit Cary me