[Verse 1: Ivan Ave]

Yo, this beat got curves
I'mma send it a poem
I wonder if she prefer wordplay or some effortless flow
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
My vocal chords and the cold season never got along
The pressure is on, nobody to lean on but the next song
So, hello keyboard, hello deep chords, goodbye before
Hello new day, hello beauty
Peace to the colors in that old bouquet
Gold bars for breakfast, spending my dough reckless
Hello to the money lenders, oh shit, I gotta go
Nobody wanna hear songs about being broke
Cop the record, see the show, rep the city, say hello
I got a homie back home, I think he's on the verge of depression
Caught between the Monday blues and the Thursday stress
Yo I could tell by how he worded his text, he in the hole
I've 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'mma 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, say hello, there she go
[Chorus - sample]

[Vocal sample]

Voice 1: 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

Voice 2: That's pretty precocious listening really, isn't it for a 13 or 14 year old. And you weren't a snob at all at the time?

Voice 1: Oh yeah. Thing is, I like music, I like hearing people who can play play, and I like hearing people who can sing sing, and really do it

Voice 2: You're actually selling me records x 3