[Verse 1]

Yo, I scribbled all out of line when I drew up a self-portrait

Ran all out of space and found me in another orbit

More importantly though, he wasn't late for the interview

Kissed the interviewer's hand, we weren't properly introduced

They danced through topics while skimming the truth

Skinny dipping in each other's optical visions nude

She threw the magazine 'cause she said she knew the editor

Chief rocker, not a competitor or a beat boxer

Honored enough, she Peter Bradley'ed with us

With her Drew Blake's tucked 'cause she knew what was up

I just drew blanks, blushed all the way to the bank

Cashed a few bucks, got grub, filled up my tank

I think she – prolly think I'm doper than natural

Said I smoke with the judge, tried to feed her them apples

Fuck classical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B, rhythm and blues

Funk grooves, hard to tweak shit

Deep end thoughts, I walked the streets bent

Contaminated speech be killin' then beat this

Watch one prefix, restrict-a-remix

Reach quick to keep shit

Constipate release dates, R-S-D-L, dual layer edition

As soon as the scene breaks, I sneak in the chicken

Get 'em Hamilton James shot, couldn't handle grim, had to grin

Nikon flashed again

Right on, yo, this planet is hilarious, right, Moms?

Sike, wrong, look like he drop bombs on a serious note

He need a series, he's experienced folks

No inquiries though, you should already know

Hold the press, you got me long as I'm holding her dress

When she move, I move and it's just that fresh

[Verse 2]

Sunset's taking me places I lay awake to see

Painting dreams patiently, patient, playing keys

Singing off awfully, pardon me cough, coffee breath

Caught me walking awkwardly arguing 'bout my art and death

Marshall, what's an artist with no arteries? I often think

Glad I left part of my heart carved in a leaf with ink

Blink, uh, Sharpie my sheets, no debate

Second guessing was guessing a second second too late

I said, "Wait, can they handle the candle with no mantle?"

Lightbulb over head went dull, what should he sample?

Pulled Ahmad Jamal, saw a lost number on the record sleeve

Talked like Charles, checked to see if she would guess it's me

Caught off guard, all laughing all ecstatic

Asked her "Could we do lunch?" She said, "Yeah, Gavin" – Gavin?

Who the fuck's Gavin? No more laughing, phone hung up

Must've been the wrong number, I don't know who that was

Cuz laughed at me, buzzed bad, actually drunk, mad happy

Started dialing other folks, fuck it yo, act classy

Sat up straight, put a bud in a bong

Even though it's 4:20, we'll be fresh before dawn

Used to want Ms. Daily even though I was young

Then we slept half the day as if nothing was wrong

She said, "John, what the fuck are you on? You look a mess"

I said, "Same shit as you, and it's just that fresh"