Yo, this beat got curves, I'ma send it a poem
I wonder if she prefer wordplay or some effortless flows
I wonder why I get nervous and second guess my pen stroke
I mean, it couldn't hurt to say hello, right?
Yo, back to the drawing board
Put it on wax, wax on and off
Gotta get this shit mastered before the tour
But my vocal chords in the cold season never got along
The pressure's on, nobody to lean on but the next song
So, hello keyboards, hello D chords
Uh, goodbye before, uh
Hello new day, hello beauté
Peace to the colors of that old bouquet
Yo, gold bars for breakfast, spending my dough reckless
Hello to the money lenders, oh shit, I gotta go, yeah
Nobody wanna hear songs about being broke
So cop the record, see the show, rep your city, say hello
I got a homie back home, I think he's on the verge of depression
Or caught between the Monday blues and the Thursday stress
Yo, I could tell by how he worded his texts, he in a hole
I been in it too, so I hope he pick up his phone
Now I ain't got no Dr. Phil knowledge
Just a promise that I'ma get at you honest
I just got a packed bag of love songs, nobody to play 'em for
I'm 'bout to get out the lab and look around and say hello
There she go
I mean, you know, I have to say my main love is
Playing, like, Miles and Ornette Coleman, and Coltrane
And people like that when I was, like, 13 or 14
That's pretty precocious listening, really, isn't it, for a 13
14 Year old? And you weren't a snob at all at the time, were you?
Oh, yeah
You thought it was clever?
No, no, I mean, you know, the thing is, it's like, I like
Music. I mean, I like hearing people who can play, play
And I like hearing people who can sing, sing, and really do it
Do you actually sell any records?
Uh, uh
Do you actually sell any records?
Uh, uh
Do you actually sell any records?
Uh, uh
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