Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, mind
Mind, mind, mind, mind, mind

Im not messing with your mind (mind, mind, mind, mind)
Im not messing with your mind
Im not messing with your mind
I dont have that kind of time (I'm busy, man)
Im not blind, I know your eyes
Im refined and I know the time
(Thats great!)
There are higher beams to climb
What in God's name would I
Therell be should I grind

(Thats me!)
Start on a plea
Runs with a C
Runs from the sea
One, two, one!

To your cries I am entrapped in school
You're a bird song visualized
(They started whispering to each other)
Is that resound? Is that tight?
It's the bad one's finally dying

And my get ups get ain't divine
You can search, but you won't find!

Copyright: Fintage House Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): ISHMAEL REGINALD BUTLER