Shopping for Jazz

If the big girls don’t mind
To clap or just snap my fingers
I’m trying to decide
The world keeps pushing
Got a flow all it’s own
Riding the tide of last night
Never alone
The falling notes are land slides
Picture perfect, love is no where
I was silent
You were breathless
Browsing the walls
Like a solo in shreds
A flight in a tattered landscape
I’ll sing you instead
I’m looking for motion
'Cause honey I move
The aire of a thunder condition
I got nothing to prove