[Hook: Drawling bounce male MC, drawling, sly grin] Talk all that feel, can't even find the two Whole tent on the backbeat, the odd man is you Say my record got no pocket, say the groove ain't true Then you clap on the one like the one owe you [Verse 1: Drawling bounce male MC, drawling, unhurried] Every morning he type it with his coffee going cold Says my record got no feel and the pocket got no soul Says a groove need a drummer who can lean into the beat Says my songs walk stiff like they marching in the street Says the real ones lay back, let it sway, let it breathe Says the swing can't be taught, it's a thing you receive Two paragraphs on feeling and a third on the snare And a photo of a turntable and a rocking chair Then he signs it with a fist like he won the debate Every day, same speech, and he never come late [Hook: Drawling bounce male MC, drawling, sly grin] Talk all that feel, can't even find the two Whole tent on the backbeat, the odd man is you Say my record got no pocket, say the groove ain't true Then you clap on the one like the one owe you [Verse 2: Drawling bounce male MC, drawling, story mode] Saturday his cousin got married by the lake Big tent, white lights, seven layers on the cake Band came from the city and they tight as a fist Bride walked to the stage with a song on her list It was mine, the one he hate, from the very first bar Granny kicked off her shoes, uncle set down the jar And the band laid it down on the two and the four Ninety people on the backbeat, sliding cross the floor Then here come Mister Feel with his collar pressed tight Front and center by the cake like he running the night And he clapped, lord, he clapped on the one and the three Like a man knocking hard on a door he can't see [Bridge: Drawling bounce male MC, bride-dip hit, band lands one huge hit] Ring bearer, six years old, he got it on the two Bride turned all the way around like what is wrong with you Groom, take your lady, hold her low and hold her true Dip her on the backbeat, now show him what to do [Verse 3: Drawling bounce male MC, drawling, colder] Now the tent got quiet in a way he could feel Ninety heads turning slow like a car at a wheel I ain't mad at you, partner, I just want you to see That the groove you been preaching never lived in your knee You can type it every morning, put a fist on the end But the cake saw it all and the cake got friends Next time that they play it, and they gon' play it again Count it with the baby, the baby know when [Final Hook: Drawling bounce male MC, drawling, sly grin] Talk all that feel, can't even find the two Whole tent on the backbeat, the odd man is you Say my record got no pocket, say the groove ain't true Then you clap on the one like the one owe you [End]
