Cold Open in F Minor

I step in quiet, let the warm healer come

No big entrance, just a low, slow drum

Rose on the back, bass rumbling slow

I keep it tucked where the soft lights glow

I'm in that mellow lane

Tripping through the night, no rush of my cadence

I keep it just right

Locks on the drums

And the vinyl stay warm

I move like a thug

In a late night storm

Been through the static

Learned how to breathe

Let the little things hit

Let the hard parts leave

Your thought line coming

Like smoke in the air

I say less

But the fuel′s still there

I'm at mellow lane

Tripping through the night

No rush in my cadence

Keep it just right

Black summer drums

In the vinyl stay warm

I move like a thot

In the late night storm