hook:
imma
make it with this music or work minimum wage for life
shut the fuck up if you don’t get down
if you don’t get down
shut the fuck up if you don’t get down

grant:
odd introduction to amateur ostentatiousness
cybersex with
an italian dancer of dubious authenticity
so for her i wrote a symphony
or two
just kiddin’ – i didn’t
but i would love to be fifteen again
and have women sit on me while i sit in front of ivories
feel me?
they certainly did way back when
way back when
when I was like fifteen
listen
or get a word in edge wise
hit ‘em the dead eye vision
you know – the look people give when they’re not even listening
so regarding that shit i wrote this symphony:

(decidedly non-symphonic skat)

dammit you can count on my not counting correctly
and speaking with the wrong syllable heightened phonetically
but that statement is one of utter irrelevancy
save for the bit about counting
turns out i was sixteen
when i first frot with a felicitous and fancy
flirty feminine friend atop my lap whilst raptly
tapping the blacks and whites of an aged upright
refracting
pitch off of kiss off of lip touching tit
you can say that again:
pitch off of kiss off of lip touching tit
forgive me father for i have lived

hook

charles:
yo they say i’ll have to work minimum wage
for writing rhymes into a page
i’m fighting time as the pendulum swings
i analyze the world all the critical things
my folks say i’m too serious think less and breathe charlie
for what it’s worth i’m tryna fulfill a purpose
i’ve lived too but still need direction and clear view
cause living life in your rearview is traffic trapped in the past
when the present calls for action
but cameras flashing
assassins’ hammers blastin’ while i’m in the mansion
ain’t quite the way i’ve fashioned
my life to be i’d like to be inspiration in the waiting
with a life i’ve paved for me
fall seven times get up eight
i gotta whole lot to learn as i live each day and
i graciously and gratefully accept the steps that
the good lord done paved for me
losing potential i’d hate to see
i’m tryna track it like from a-z…stay on course with it
forfeiting’s a disgrace to me, i’m tryna mold it like form-fitting
sittin’ craftin’ a plan to bring heat when it’s cold like warm mittens
first i thought it was wack to say that
but listen to it enough i bet you’ll give it a playback
and i don’t wanna say i’m dripping swag
it’s just a version of the gift of gab
now days i don’t puff much weed or
hit the black, i just sit relax,
hear the voice on the track i recorded
play it back till i feel like i’m digging that.

hook

charles vocal improvisation outro