You wake up from a groggy sleep to a synth providing the kinda light and warmth that only the sun is supposed to provide your body. Just as your eyes start to adjust, you're whisked a way by the same drums from Michael Jackson "Beat it"-- but the vibe is off... the synth is still going.... the fukk is happening here?
Suddenly, the guitar and bass tap your shoulder to inform you of the journey you're about to embark on. They finna make sure you get there safe and sound. Even the piano chips in for support. And then you finally arrive. A sage is there to lend the following advice:
Wanna see you with it
Sure could treat you right
Give me just a minute
Of your time tonight
We both are here to have good fun
So let it whip