"Lady Tate"
Lend me your ears
This song's for a mere
I got the touch for making it a second mariachi
Feeling it such a dance for my mini Versace.
I love the way you stroke your fingers in the blue line piano
For youre making it as your endeared passion, leaving pure g-clefs out of that sanitary pano.
Drop your mic
I'll be holding it tonight
Be it don't hesitate
I'm here to catch you, Lady Tate.
I hope youre my destined mate
I'll pray and meditate.