Keeping in line with transparency on this album, I strived to create music and songs that exposed my thoughts, soul, heart, spirituality, and character. That said, I had been sitting on the beat for Scrap Book for about 3 years, but wasn’t sure what type of lyrics would accompany it. Relationships have a way of inspiring though. I came up with the chorus for Scrap Book, then the verses just poured onto the paper.
The song is really about meeting somebody new that moves from a perfect stranger to becoming such a central, important part of your life. It’s a love song about finding that person you can settle down with. You go through that infatuation phase where everything they do is beautiful, even eating and sleeping. The relationship matures and you’re committed to that person. You forget about the relationships of the past and create new memories with the new love of your life. You do things that your friends would call you a “sucka” for doing, like creating scrap books and referring to them as ridiculous made up pet names.
I went from a blackbook to a scrapbook.
Used to live that single life, until I found the one.
When we first met, it was something fantastic,
You knew all the hip-hop classics.
Black lights in a smoky room,
Everybody dancing to the DJ’s tunes.
Not exactly the perfect place,
To find your soul mate, but the perfect place.
Is where I found you, remember?
It was a Friday night, last days of Winter.
In the flashing lights and disco balls,
I was with my friends and you with yours.
I couldn’t pass up, I had to speak,
Something about your class that attracted me.
We began a dialogue, but it was hard to hear.
Yelling over the music in each others ear.
Still, we kept talking ‘til the music stopped
And the lights came on, the night we were born.
I used to look for a misses,
Now I’m looking at pictures.
Of you and me,
Our first anniversary.
And it feels so right, funny how someone new can affect your life.
Taking pictures of everything,
Of us eating and sleeping, and doing nothing.
Got ‘em all housed in one book,
So when we get lost we can take a look.
What’s next? Turn the page,
That was our first trip, remember the rain?
Plane got delayed 8 hours,
Oh, here’s a picture of a vase and flowers.
And everything’s still fresh,
Girl, you the best and I feel so blessed.