At some point I remember: Don’t work hard, work clever.
Play jazz, soul, funk, or whatever.
Loose ends, flirt, snort, you turn the lights out and you sort of like,
work off a playlist, a dj, you wanted to party,
but it was you coming out in the eighties,
all the yawn get away with stuff that you weren’t into the music
we would elation it’s not the size of the dog in the fight,
when I got and the whole crowd over and they would chokehold
at the time I was working at 2 and o’clock I would just get my record nervous around the area all the there sort of like 1984/85
I continued the tradition because it’s the size of the fight in the dog.