Byline Sweet Taboo

There's a quiet storm

And it never felt like this before

There's a quiet storm

I think it's you

There's a quiet storm

And I never felt this hot before

Giving me something that's taboo

You give me the (you give me, you give me the)

Sweetest taboo

That's why I'm in love with you (with you)

You give me, keep giving me the sweetest taboo

Too good for me

The world pays mad money to watch a person get nervous on stage. Holding guitars and electric charges, a past filled with spray cans and crime, these are the confessions of a former graffiti writer.

The games alive. No doubt. Chrome and black attack, jump back. Life's remiss without cashing out some insecurities in your scribbles or your music. But I strive for greater things in my things.

I stretch my information and mash up miles of mishap. I'm hittin' hot spots with a hot hand, hot head and a hot heart. With a hot mouth I'm mouthin' off. There's high demand for heated myths and I'm hip to be hot in the holy market.

Hype that.

So we end this year with a sweet taboo. And send off with an exotic sonic reference to warm your heart.

You've got the biggest heart

Sometimes I think you're just too good for me

Every day is christmas, and every night is new year's Eve

Will you keep on loving me

Will you keep on, will you keep on

Bringing out the best in me