When an "artist" (see how I just excluded Bey teethe) creates (another exclusion) their music, they are given creative license to grow and expand upon THEIR sound.
Beyonce is an old, tattered, MORTGAGED product but keep the blueprint on your mind.
No more chains that you gave me
Enough of pain, now I'm craving
Something sweet, so delight
How can you men stand sleeping at night?
The silly pattern that I followed
I saw my mama being swallowed
By the one, who she loved
He pulled her down, couldn't see up above
Manipulation was his key
He screwed it in, 'cause she was naive
We're not perfect, we must say
But, now I've got to run away
I can't deal
Her sonic impact.
