[Intro] (Tight snare roll fill, followed by a heavy, walking bassline) (Short, punchy horn stab) Wait, wait, wait, hold up. You really thought I didn't see that? (Laughs) Alright, let’s get into the groove. One, two, yeah! [Verse 1] Ice in the glass, little lemon on the rim You running laps around the room, trying to force a win I let you talk, let you brag, let you run the whole show You think I'm missing all the details? Man, I already know! You see the smile on my face and think I lost my grip Like I ain't catching every time you let a secret slip I don’t need validation from the loudest in the back I let the rhythm do the talking while I stay on the track. [Pre-Chorus] (Music swells, horns build up, vocals get slightly louder) You thought I was soft 'cause I ain't throwing a fit? You thought I was blind 'cause I was taking a sit? Boy, you got the math wrong! [Chorus] (Full band drops in, very groovy, bright and infectious) That’s your miscalculation! (Yeah!) That ain't my limitation! (No way!) I’m moving with the peace, I got the love on lock But don't you think for a second I forgot how to knock! I’m just keeping it cool, man, keeping it light But don't mistake the good weather for a lack of a fight! (Get 'em!) [Verse 2] (Instruments drop out except bass and drums, very tight pocket) I heard the old saying, 'bout the calm and the storm I just prefer to keep the temperature comfortably warm You think my patience is a flaw, you think I'm out of the loop While you out here spilling tea to the rest of the group I see the quiet as a luxury, a state of the art I’m playing chess in my head before the tournament start So keep your volume on ten, I’ll keep my volume on two 'Cause when I finally make a move, I'm walking right over you. [Outro] (Horns playing a funky descending riff) Lead with love, baby! But keep the receipt! Yeah, your miscalculation. Tell 'em to bring the horns back in— (Big final brass stab, sudden stop)
