Pacific Frequency

818 on the dial… Bay water still running through me. Funny how you can change cities without changing your frequency. Yeah. J7. VERSE 1 I came down where the valley lights glow, Little bit of Frisco still inside my soul, Fog in my memory, sun on the chrome, California taught me every road ain’t home. I don’t chase waves, I create tide, Bass line talking while I coast outside, Got scars in the rhythm, truth in the rhyme, And a pocket full of dreams that survived their time. Been through enough just to know my worth, Had to lose some people just to find my verse, Now the kick hit deep and the congas converse, I’m somewhere between the cosmos and Earth. PRE-CHORUS — SUNG I can feel that frequency… Running all through me… From the Bay down to L.A… California made me this way. CHORUS — SOUL/FUNK I’m riding on a Pacific frequency, Sun going down, but the light’s in me, Funk in my blood, got the soul running free, California cosmic energy. Pacific frequency… Let that bass breathe underneath, Pacific frequency… From the concrete to the sea. VERSE 2 Top down, city breathing through the speakers, Old-school soul mixed with something from the future, I ain’t trying to sound like what’s already moving, Put the drums behind the words and let the spirit choose it. Bongos talking with the snare in the pocket, Bass line thick like hydraulics when it drops in, Synthesizer floating like a UFO watching, Then I slide through the middle with the rhythm half-talking. I’m an emcee, but melody found me, Singer when the harmony wraps around me, Writer when the midnight gets too loud around me, J7 when that microphone brings it out me. BREAK — BONGOS + SPOKEN WORD Hold that bass. Let the drums talk. Bongo break See, California ain’t one sound. It’s fog. It’s sunshine. It’s concrete. It’s ocean. It’s what happens when all of that gets trapped inside one soul. Bring it back. CHORUS I’m riding on a Pacific frequency, Sun going down, but the light’s in me, Funk in my blood, got the soul running free, California cosmic energy. Pacific frequency… From the Bay down to the 818, Pacific frequency… Different cities—same vibration in me. BRIDGE — PSYCHEDELIC SOUL Ooooooh… Don’t turn the frequency down… I’ve been waiting all my life to hear this sound. Guitar crying while the stars come out, Drums keep talking while I figure me out. Don’t turn the frequency down… OUTRO — RAP/SUNG From city lights to ocean skies, I’ve seen dreams live, I’ve seen dreams die, Still put soul in everything I write— J7… We transmitting tonight. Bongos continue as the synth slowly drifts away.