Lyrics:
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I want to play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I want to play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
going to be
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter
concepts but a single ain't one
“If you're still referencing Jay Z I feel bad for you son”
So what's the secret to hip-hop, jazz, blues and rock?
Step one
stick around - why you doing it)
They’d rather be who they are, right now
(Forever)
Out of the blue, she living with me
& I’m living out life
Ask,
upon my back
R&B, soul, your rock and roll, your blues, your ragtime and your jazz
Yes I herald the gospel, funk, hip-hop techno
And I'll sing forever
of what is going on
Yes it is jazz and yes it is the blues
And yes it is the exact same way they did rock
But I refuse to watch the same thing happen
now I'm on a new page with this blue pen I flex
Moving through my mind sets
But never stop, never ceases
I'm switching from jazz to blues
I'm smooth,
of ancient Phoenicia) snow
Neon green grass, statues made from translucent glass
I'll be crazy to pass
I like nigerian Jazz
The blue twilight band
That plays
and blues
Hiphop and rap
Fuji and jazz
Only true this young gon talk
Only true this we gon talk
Ladies abused we dont fuck
Living in fear we don't walk
So
From Indian sitar
Latin guitars
Bluesy wawa
Atmospheric classical
Meditative jazz
And lyrically references from every strata of society and demographic
Commingled generations, old to new school, bebop to R&B
Hip-Hop, gospel, jazz, and blues, vibing to the beat
All thriving trying to survive, colliding, sliding
Commingled generations, old to new school, bebop to R&B
Hip-Hop, gospel, jazz, and blues, vibing to the beat
All thriving trying to survive, colliding, sliding
hear voices, give some the DT's
I got to be mellow
I got to be mellow
I come in fancy glasses and bags you see
I'm high on the hill, in secret society
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