Open Hat 1 - Today's Music Producer

Yes, she looks for me Good Let her look for me To tell me why she left me As I always knew she would I had thought she understood They have never understood And no reason that they should But if anybody could Finishing the hat How you have to finish the hat How you watch the rest of the world from a window While you finish the hat Mapping out a sky What you feel like planning a sky What you feel when voices that come through the window go Until they distance and die Until there's nothing but sky And how you're always turning back too late From the grass or the stick Or the dog or the light How the kind of woman willing to wait's Not the kind that you want to find waiting To return you to the night Dizzy from the height Coming from the hat Studying the hat Entering the world of the hat Reaching through the world of the hat like a window Back to this one from that Studying a face Stepping back to look at a face Leaves a little space in the way Like a window But to see- it's the only way to see And when the woman that you wanted goes You can say to yourself, "well, I give what I give" When the woman who won't wait for you knows That however you live there's a part of you Always standing by Mapping out the sky Finishing the hat Starting on a hat Finishing a hat Look I made a hat Where there never was a hat

And they all lived happily ever after And they all lived happily And they all lived And they all grew up You can find me in the darkness Layin' tracks just like a railroad Oswald, Versace, Vivianne, you get the message I designed them beats like Alexander threads them dresses (Ah-mmm) I be workin' on the Sunday Mama told me that's a God day I'm just tryna eat, yeah, I'm just tryna get a ticket God bless the sin, and no rest for the wicked (Ah-mmm) Man, they can't tell me nothing (Ayy-ayy) Fuck yeah, I been on my grind, yeah One, two (Yeah-yeah) Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (No, no) Paid my dues and I did my time Yes, I did (Oh) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Now I Sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when is Father gonna take me right back up to the sky? 'Cause it's been too long Paintin' this picture Watchin' paint dry I'm the producer Watchin' these Spielbergs fly (Ah-mmm) All these Goslings (All these Goslings) With Hollywood smiles (Hollywood smiles) And I'm just the producer (The producer) Tryna make a headline (Ah-mmm) I be livin' with the phantom He be holdin' me for ransom Tryna climb the ladder, I'm just hopin' and a-wishin' Money and the power, they don't come without ambition (Ah-mmm) Mother hung them baby pictures up (Ah-mmm) I was destined for some shit But now I'm lookin' at the cuckoo clock I'm countin' all them digits Made some plans for life but now he's actin' like a bitch Well I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when the Father up in Heaven gon' give me my piece of the pie 'Cause it's been too long