Hey Boy

Hey boy I like ideas, I like to be inspired How it feels when all the energy is not drop-tired I can smile wide and breathe the light of others But I got my own game, baby I do not take what I cannot cover Hey boy Why you look at me like that? Wanna place your judgements, but you can't What you don't know, what you never will The press of my soul The depths of my skill And you say... You say you really dig my style You really like those things that I do But if you did, I would think that maybe You would understand the way I move my body When I'm dancing, it's not directed at you Hey boy Why you look at me like that? Wanna place your judgements, but you can't What you don't know, what you never will The press of my soul The depths of my skill Does my faith make me easy? Am I just some kind of slut? Some fucking groupie 'cause I dig this music? And if I'm talking to some guy Well, that could only imply I'm gonna take him home, I'm gonna use him Why would you assume it? Hey boy Why you look at me like that? Wanna place your judgements, but you can't What you don't know, what you never will The press of my soul The depths of my skill And hey boy Why you look at me like that? Wanna place your judgements, but you can't Inside of me, there grows this tree It's branches are free, are free Don't give yourself so much credit Waving your hand at my frivolous behaviour Think I could be an honest open source to To be reckoned with and I don't owe you shit 'Cause you bought me a drink, oh Well, hey boy