[Hook: Arielle]

Good music, and it's sweet like a dessert

When all else fails, you put it on, it'll work

Like an addiction, you get wild for me

And I ain't talking 'bout the radio

I'm talking 'bout the real shit

Boy, if the music ain't good

What the fuck you doing?

[Verse 1: Luke Christopher]

You got the body of a 1965 Ferrari

Underneath your hood, a heart like Rocky

And your drums always hit me like "uh uh uh"

Plus you came a long way, you a hustler

You like cold-blooded Phoenix, nah girl, I mean it

I could make you a millionaire, call me the black Regis

And all these niggas got love for ya

You need to find you a nigga that you trust enough

You need a old school cat who's a rock star, mama

Gets you your fix some hits without drama

Dress you in that unheard of designer

See, I could be the new rhymer

[Hook: Arielle]

Good music, and it's sweet like a dessert

When all else fails, you put it on, it'll work

Like an addiction, you get wild for me

And I ain't talking 'bout the radio

I'm talking 'bout the real shit

Boy, if the music ain't good

What the fuck you doing?

[Verse 2: Luke Christopher]

I'm a believer in the new generation

Hip-hop is hop to hurdle the segregation

Got Dr. Soul and I'll be the patient

Got Dr. Flow, you not gonna make it

But what's white wine without good futures?

What's nighttime without good music?

Had to call upon zoo to get through

These times of whack rhymes and lines that's so foolish

Stupid, it's supposed to be above love and the feeling in your gut when you do it

Music, you a bad mother-

Shut your mouth and watch a real nigga do it

[Hook: Arielle]

Good music, and it's sweet like a dessert

When all else fails, you put it on, it'll work

Like an addiction, you get wild for me

And I ain't talking 'bout the radio

I'm talking 'bout the real shit

Boy, if the music ain't good

What the fuck you doing?