Enjoying my time around,
In the Village I found my sound.
Badu taught me most I know of,
Like Dilla did, like Glasper did, like Daddy did.
Meet me up up-town tonight,
We′re jamming until the sun comes out.
First round will be on the house,
Cause I met the guy,
He's got the keys, it′s open bar, no time for biz!
Bitch you're late
I guess you missed my plane.
Now I'm miles away,
I filled your space.
My kick is so late,
That you can feel me grooving.
In between beats I lay,
I fill the space.
Music in the Village got me like,
I need to fly away, I need to find my own way to the music.
No one told me not to be using my own hands
To create the grooves I′ve been dreaming of.
Girl I′ve been tripping of you,
Take your dress off and let me touch what I've been dreaming of.
Like a kid dreams of an ice cream shop,
I dream of white sand beach and my music pops.
Bitch you′re late
I guess you missed my plane.
Now I'm miles away,
I filled your space.
My kick is so late,
That you can feel me grooving.
In between beats I lay,
I fill the space.
Pop into my open top, listening to hip-hop non stop,
Peeps watching us like kids look at ice-cream shops.
Don′t mistake C for B#.
Like Miles playing bebop when it's pre-pop,
I put the music in the Village at the top
Of my list, top of my trips, top of my chicks.
Bitch you′re late
I guess you missed my plane.
Now I'm miles away,
I filled your space.
My kick is so late,
That you can feel me grooving.
In between beats I lay,
I fill the space.
