Inspired by growing tension at open mic
Written at my large table at Hardwood
I can’t see straight, it burns my eyes
Turn around you funky blues man
Play the field It’s ugly, but junky
Can’t stand another man?
Get a girl
Control that temper, put it aside before the real deal
It’s not about that shit, I play guitar
They control me, they all know me They control me, they all know me
If I could move an object with my mind... give me time
Give me time
How can I breathe the air we share?
Look at all these funky people, stuck in a funky daze, they amaze me
So I lit it up, and I shook
I shook and shook