Byline: Sweet Taboo

Buford Youthward

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

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