Falsettos & Pain
Excellence Timothy
(You play with my heart strings woman, you play in the genre of blues)
(You play with my heart beat woman, and I swear it's a sorrowful tune)
(It's minors and flats for the scales, two horns on the crown of your frame)
(Red weave and red bottoms, red tail, red dot to my temple for aim)
I came for soul searching in the garden again
And found fruits forbidden with her lipstick stain
The chorus brings healing, no need for cocaine
Unless I anxiously live in falsettos and pain
Promised mama I'd stay striving daily to juxtapose Cain
But still openly having a dazzling affair with Ms. Fame
She tastes lemon haze, orange Corleone
She says can't buy happiness so she'll grant me a loan