Playing around with my Yetti Microphone on a Saturday afternoon.

BelAir

Acoustic and vocals.

Lyrics

Verse 1:

Feel the rhythm, yea, feel the rhyme,
This baby's mind is richer than a gold mine.
He'll be in trouble if being awesome is a crime,
Nothing too tough for this baby to climb.

We'll all raise him or her to be sublime,
We should know the gender in a matter of time.
Already larger and longer than a lime,
Playing with the future you is hard not to mime.

Chorus:

Grow your hands and your mouth, to speak to us soon.
Stretch out your arms and legs to rise higher than a hot air ballon.
Open up your eyes to what will be your point of view.
Make a heart so strong it'll shine love through a rusty spoon.

I can see that it's coming soon.
That little avocado in Melanie's Womb.

Verse 2:
Never thought I'd be an uncle so soon,
When I found out, I got hit like a monsoon.
Mother's day became grandmothers day,
Uncle Erf's first beautiful Bouquet.

We'll all raise him or her to be sublime,
We should know the gender in a matter of time.
Already larger and longer than a lime,
Playing with the future you is hard not to mime.

Chorus x2


Erfan Vafaie