soap

a new baby born
at the tips of my fingers
the mighty one of mine
who will be the dream to be

i write so callously
my fingers bleed
every time I see her
I wanna jump the leaves

so, where she at now?
i dunno, speaking breadcrumbs and cookies
one dynamite show
back to the baby

her name is soap
the beginning makes sense
how i write like a dope
it makes me get all tense

a plan by the labs
a plan that fails
a plan looking backwards
a plan lost in time itself

so what do we do next
my baby and me
get some ice cream
fly full speed

just telling you about the birth
the soap i have
it'll make Griffith
shine a light on me

Gg