My Business

My business is my business
My time is my own
And this stage is mine
You do not know me so
These ain’t your hands to hold
This ain’t your spliff to smoke
Don’t talk about it now
This is my microphone

Fuse ain’t as long as it used to be
Words caught deeper than they ever did
Talkin stupid ain’t my thing
Without the drugs or the gin
Nice fellow, kinda mellow
Not without sin
Why you talkin so loud in my head?
Is it something that you wanted to hear?
I don’t owe you conversation
Maybe a smile

My business is my business
My time is my own
And this stage is mine
You do not know me so
These ain’t your hands to hold
This ain’t your spliff to smoke
Don’t talk about it now
This is my microphone

Yo never mentioning [?] impressing me
‘Cause if you’re begging attention, you’ll never get it see
[?] Please let it be
You will never get ahead of me
I ain’t got the sense to leave
And you ain’t got the sense to leave
The remedy to ten penny pedantry
Life’s sedentary, you’re energy’s affecting me
Never [?] the ascendancy was meant to be
I’m gonna need a moment to process mentally
So let me find a way to while away the hours
‘Cause any time a day the [?] takes it forward
Braque, the stage is ours, better give a walk for
Crowds be like bitches, always begging him for encores
That’s why I mind my fucking business, of course
You can’t have a go on this if it’s not yours
Bonjour, while I deviate this twist
I’d appreciate if you could see your way outta my business

My business is my business
My time is my own
And this stage is mine
You do not know me so
These ain’t your hands to hold
This ain’t your spliff to smoke
Don’t talk about it now
This is my microphone