Play me in the winter. Play me in the summer. Play me in the autumn. . Any order. Play me in the winter. Play me in the summer. Play me in the autumn.
It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July. There was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung. Lonely in the sky. I was laying prone in my catbeat home.
I'm blue mood yall, I slive with jiva yall. I'm actually deep yall, invented time yall. In ten fourths yall, I pay your cap yall. I player late yall and draw down to.
It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July. There was not a cloud to speak of. So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky. I lay prone in my catboat home.
[Butterfly]. Yo, everybody's goin retro, right?. And I was thinkin... if the 60's and 70's were now,. Isaac Hayes woulda have his own 900 number.. . [Mecca].
The ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky. I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I. Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit. Meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit.
One day while I was sipping some groove juice. I realized that in the span of time we're just babies. It's all relative, time is unreal. We're just babies, we're just babies, man.
Planets be the champ of amplified sound. Swimmin' in this art born up the boogie down. The Rubin Rod Squad flew angles toward the point. Could a wierdo group of bugs slam a gang of funky joints.