jamie sits in khaki clothes
all buckles and bows romantique
and he writes prose but no one knows
'cause they're locked in a secret tin
he just wants to be needed
maybe fake some enjoyment
compile a book, read on the road, write it down
and hip hop tears for souvenirs
there's a map, there's a pen over there
he just wants to be needed
maybe fake some enjoyment
like a glider we'll fly fly away
that never manage to touch stars' milky ways
I see the beauty beyond d-mob suits
duffy prints for new age cheats
he just wants to be needed
maybe fake some enjoyment
like a glider we'll fly fly away
that never manage to touch stars' milky ways
he just wants to be needed
maybe fake some enjoyment
like a glider we'll fly fly away