This is a song about "Lovely heart"

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

No gimmick: real time, real heart

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

No wonder why when times get hard

Armed with darkness in my heart,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

You'll see what this artist sees, call it a lovely masterpiece.

They don't hear my bark

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees