Boy, move your Body
This night
I am teleporting to the twenties times
I'm gonna dancing, and singing
And telling and speaking
So, boy today Come with me tonight
Do you know why Benjamin is the way he is?
I will ask Fitzgerald
Do you know why the old man is fishing?
Hemingway answers, in the night
Boy, you don't know me.
I am a vintage person. And what you think of me. My rhyme isn't good, but I have something to say.
Boy, come with me tonight.
I won't drink. I've decided.
Boy, move your body so I can feel you. And we'll take some vintage photos. Because I only crave the vintage era. I want to love in the vintage era. I don't care about sex and drugs, only history and my art.
Well, if I'm a shitty singer, why can't I be famous? So I won't just be one in a billion. I know the answer. My love for art
