GHETTO RICH — DJ DR LOVE [Intro — deep spoken voice] Yeah... No alarm clock. No supervisor. Just the wind in them trees. They ask how I make all these records. I got time now, baby. And I finally get to spend it on me. 007 FM. Dr Love. [Hook] Ghetto rich, got enough, I ain't chasing no more, Fresh air in the back, leave the stress at the door. Salt-and-pepper in my beard, deep soul in the mix, Got my time, got my peace, that's as rich as it gets. Ghetto rich, bass low, let the whole house breathe, Blue sky overhead, little shade from the trees. 007 FM, let the turntable skip, DJ Dr Love, original with the drip. [Verse 1] Got a stove, got a fridge, clean clothes on my back, Little front yard trimmed, couple trees out back. Budget ain't unlimited, I know what I can spend, But I ain't gotta punch that clock again. Downsized the bills, kept the things I enjoy, Still got a workbench, still got my toys. They say, "Book a flight, go see something new." I say, "This backyard got a beautiful view." Might sit here an hour, let the whole day pass, Watch a little sunlight move across the grass. Thank God out loud, nobody else around, Worked too many mornings not to love this sound. No rushing out the door, no traffic in my way, Just a chair and the freedom not to plan my day. [Hook] Ghetto rich, got enough, I ain't chasing no more, Fresh air in the back, leave the stress at the door. Salt-and-pepper in my beard, deep soul in the mix, Got my time, got my peace, that's as rich as it gets. Ghetto rich, bass low, let the whole house breathe, Blue sky overhead, little shade from the trees. 007 FM, let the turntable skip, DJ Dr Love, original with the drip. [Verse 2] In my sixties, ten close friends from way back, Still a blessing when a familiar name calls back. Some numbers in my phone won't ring no more, Remember who would laugh when I walked through the door. Seen faces turn to pictures, heard the sad news spread, Still catch a conversation with 'em in my head. Like sand in a storm, years carry folks away, Makes me hold a little tighter to an ordinary day. And the world outside don't sit right with me, Too much blame falling where it shouldn't be. Thinking 'bout principalities in high places, While the weight keeps falling on familiar faces. Can't straighten out the world from this backyard chair, But I can put my heart in the music right here. [Scratch Break] Dr-Dr-Dr Love! Re-re-retired, still got soul! Double-oh-seven, let it roll! [Verse 3] Woke up this morning, wasn't making no track, Read one little comment, now I'm headed right back. Light went off, put a phrase in my phone, Found a drum, found a bass, built a room for the tone. Coffee sitting cold, never touched that remote, Got a whole new chorus from a half-written note. TV been off for months, I don't miss that glow, Get online, hear different sides, then back to the flow. Looked up at the window, wasn't daylight left, Clock says midnight, I'm adjusting one breath. "Doc, you hooked?" Yeah, I ask that too, Then laugh, "Man, today this is what you chose to do." Loved music long before AI came along, Now I got another tool to help build a song. That's why the tracks keep coming, sessions running long, Got time to chase a feeling till it finds where it belongs. [Bridge — deep spoken voice] Nothing on the schedule. Nothing I gotta prove. Sometimes doing nothing Leaves a little room for a groove. [Verse 4] Sketchbook waiting, paint I could mix, Car out there with a few things to fix. Wood in the shed, got a gadget to wire, But this little bass line just caught fire. Xbox 360, PS3, Park or museum, whole day free. Gin and juice with that lemon twist, Dash of 420, then I'm back in the mix. Rick James spark, Teddy in the mood, Barry White depth when the low end moves. Female lead puts some bite in the track, Millie Jackson live kind of talk coming back. Right hand got an algorithm running, Left hand heard something different coming. Save every setting, still can't predict, Tomorrow I might put a new turn on it. [Final Hook] Ghetto rich, got enough, I ain't chasing no more, Fresh air in the back, leave the stress at the door. Salt-and-pepper in my beard, deep soul in the mix, Got my time, got my peace, that's as rich as it gets. Ghetto rich, bass low, let the whole house breathe, Blue sky overhead, little shade from the trees. 007 FM, let the turntable skip, DJ Dr Love, original with the drip. [Outro — deep spoken voice] Might paint tomorrow. Might work on that car. Might sit in the backyard and thank God. But if that little light comes on... You know where to find me. 007 FM. Retired. Not expired. Original with the drip.
