THE BOOTH

I confess I'm not confused. Stop the move or rock the booth. It's time to choose. Sliding through the lines of Tools. A mighty move. I'm trying to- Forever I stay the same. I never retain painful memories. I better take 'em away. My face in a straight drain and my anger Rain. Whenever I don't make that, I make a Mistake. My fears tryna chase me, I walk past 'em. They mean none to me 'cause I change patterns. I get up, get out, get paid. My zone gets bigger, call it domain expansion. One day you may try that too. Getting free thought, tryna find out who is being Sick, sitting inside of you. Seven days a week making hard times come true. Ain't no way you can deny that fool. Heart tempo synchronized with the groove. I'm counting on me but rely on crew. We're deep in this biz, stuck together like glue. How we do. I confess I'm not confused. Stop the move or rock the booth. It's time To choose. Sliding through the lines of tools. A mighty move. I'm trying to not to lose. I confess I'm not confused. Stop the move or rock the booth. It's time to choose. Sliding through the lines of tools. A mighty move. I'm trying to not to lose. To myself, uh. Yeah. To myself. To myself, uh. Yeah. To myself, Uh. To my- To myself.