Frequency

Walk in the room. Don't say a word. Half the heads turn like they heard something they hadn't heard. I didn't raise my voice. Didn't change my stride. I just hum at a pitch that the right ones find. Pressed. Clean. Calm. Warm. Old cologne, new watch, no storm. You can't fake this, and you can't buy it late, it's the way a man carries when he ain't got to wait. You feel that? No, that's not the bass. Lean in, closer. That's me. I don't chase. I resonate. Same room, same air, they drift my way. Right frequency. right frequency Tuned so low the whole floor moves with me. You feel that?... yeah... ...that's the frequency. Never sold a thing. Never begged a soul. Some men push the door, I let the door know. She asked what it is. I said, "I couldn't tell you. It's not what I say. It's the room when I'm through." Gentleman's rule: keep the volume low, let the signal do the talking, and the signal don't slow. Some folks vibrate anxious. Some vibrate loud. I hum steady like a bassline, and the bassline draws the crowd. You feel that? No, that's not the bass. Lean in, closer. That's me. I don't chase. I resonate. Same room, same air, they drift my way. Right frequency. right frequency Tuned so low the whole floor moves with me. You feel that?... yeah... ...that's the frequency. Low. Steady. Tuned. Everything worth having finds the room. I stopped trying to be heard. I started being tuned. Turns out the right ones were listening the whole time. I don't chase. I resonate. Same room, same air, they know my name. Right frequency. Right frequency. Tuned so low the whole city moves with me. You feel that? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. ...that's the frequency. Walk in the room. Don't say a word. You felt that.