Well, son, I hope you enjoy your birthday And you have a blessed one And I love you From the bottom of my heart, Mamaw I wished I believed I wished I believed when you Told me you believed in me I wish I could see in me what you seen When we talked last, you just told me two things, said "I love you" And no matter what, keep doing what you doing Keep doing what you doing Whatever you doing, keep doing it You gotta keep it moving Gotta keep it moving, yeah Do what you do, yeah Keep doing what you doing (Just let it run for a second) And when I found it hard at times to be myself Not me, just me and myself Myself, myself Out there doing what I'm (wait) Doing what I'm doing I think that's what got me here I gave it my best and that exactly why I'm here Hated how it felt to be in debt, to being failed 'Til did something Self-reflecting, thinking 'bout the testaments and wisdom Make sure you got a will, there's a way when there is one Keep doing what you doing, go do what's already been done I know you got it in you (Yeah, yeah, baby, I) Yes, I know you got it in you (yeah, yeah) Yes, I know you got it in you, oh Oh, oh, oh (baby, I) Oh-woah-woah

Look what you're doing I'm feeling blue and lonely Would it be too much to ask of you What you're doing to me? You got me running And there's no fun in it Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? I've been waiting here for you Wondering what you're gonna do And should you need a love that's true It's me Please, stop your lying You got me crying, girl Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? I've been waiting here for you Wondering what you're gonna do And should you need a love that's true It's me Please stop your lying You have got me crying, girl Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? What you're doing to me What you're doing to me

Look what you're doing I'm feeling blue and lonely Would it be too much to ask of you What you're doing to me? You got me running And there's no fun in it Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? I've been waiting here for you Wondering what you're gonna do And should you need a love that's true It's me Please, stop your lying You got me crying, girl Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? I've been waiting here for you Wondering what you're gonna do And should you need a love that's true It's me Please stop your lying You have got me crying, girl Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? What you're doing to me What you're doing to me

Logically I'm not listenin' to myself Why I can't walk away I need to put it up on my neatly dusted shelf And just dream of another day I don't know what I'm doin' anymore And I don't know why I persist I don't know what I'm doin' anymore Why I long for those fabulous lips and home Forever indebted to his curiosities Though I see it as a threat Oh, but all that he has taught me Through his neglect Mutual admiration Aimless fascination It's so vexing A complex fling Of things he'll never know There's too much to hear The will is not there I'm worth it, I, I swear I don't know what I'm doin' anymore And I don't know why I persist I don't know what I'm doin' anymore How'd I get myself back into this? He loves me like passing at night A rhyme that he writes but sometimes forgets And I will get just what I need I will end up right where I'm supposed to be And I refuse to be that she So baby, I know you won't But don't cry for me 'cause You don't know what you're doin' anymore And you don't know why you resist You don't know what you're doin' anymore Why you long for these fabulous lips, fabulous home And you don't know, no, no, no, no, no And you don't know, no, no, no, no, no, no And I don't know, no, no, no, no Yeah, oh, why I long for those fabulous lips and home, home

Idea for a sitcom: Philip and Steve's Furniture Removal Company Based on the early lives of Philip Glass and Steve Reich in New York in the 60's Many hilarious gags about the repetitive nature of the work And the phases that Steve's life goes through Theme tune would be a bit like this Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company If you live in New York City in the 1960's And you're tired of having your stuff scuffed And tossed about by some Boulez-loving lout Who is out to make your home all atonal Call Philip and Steve's Furniture Removal Company They will, with minimal disruption to Your routine, change your whole scene They'll take it apart, put it back together Strangely familiar but never quite the same again They'll do it again, and again, and again Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company Philip and Steve's furniture removal company

Welcome to Duloc Such a perfect town Here we have some rules, let us lay them down Don't make waves Stay in line And we'll get along fine Duloc is the perfect place Please keep off of the grass Shine your shoes, wipe your face Duloc is, Duloc is, Duloc is a perfect place And here's the man who made it happen That towering colossus of moxie Lord Farquaad Oh, it's you, what a terrific surprise Once upon a time This place was infested Freaks on every corner I had them all arrested Hey, nonny-nonny-nonny-no If you had a quirk, you didn't pass inspection We all have our standards But I will have perfection And so And so Things are looking up here in Duloc (Just take a look) The things I'm cooking up here in Duloc (He likes to cook) A model that amazes A plan with seven phases (Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum) Things are looking up here in Duloc (They're looking up) In Duloc The ladies all look swell (Ah) The men are so dashing (Ah) Thanks to my new dress code The fashion's never clashing Hey, nonny-nonny-nonny-no This castle I have built (Farquaad, Farquaad, Farquaad) Is taller than the cliff tops (Farquaad, Farquaad, Farquaad) A city like a postcard (Farquaad, Farquaad, Farquaad) A monorail and gift shops And so (And so) And so (And so) And so No one from the gutter in Duloc (He's taking aim) Embrace the cookie cutter in Duloc (We're all the same) The upshot is enormous When you can shout (Conform us) Yes, things are (Things are looking up) (Things are looking up) Looking up Here in Duloc Hey, let's hear it for those Duloc dancers Aren't they terrific? Ha, huh, yeah, huh-huh Pow, grrr Come on Heh, hah, ha-ha, grrr Boys? Ha-ha-ha-ha There's no sign of slowing We're growing, we're growing (Look, he's growing) (And growing) (And growing) (Look at him grow) Things are looking up here (We practiced this part both forward and back) (We make one mistake, and we get the rack) Things I'm cooking up here (He taught us to dance with razzmatazz) (He's trained in ballet, flamenco and jazz) My hard work, and my rigor Have made me so much bigger Things are looking up (Things are looking up) Things are looking up Here in Duloc (Ah-ah-ah-ah) Here in Duloc (Ah-ah-ah-ah) Up, up Up, up Up