[AUDIO] This is a grown piece, so if you’re not grown, get on.
Your mom wouldn’t approve – tho it may improve her groove,
so, skidaddle dear daughter and son.
This is pre-Friday and I am duly on one.

Thursdays are important for a myriad of reasons
but one in specific, it’s capacity of evening.

Yes-yes! I love Thursday’s best for it is the perfect time
for me to slip into something nice, put some 80-proof on ice,
grab a pen, and compose a rhyme.

You know how I like to throw it.
I think about you as I whip and compose it.

The jazzy tune in the background really helps to lead the way.
I’m sitting yet yielding my hips to a  rhythmic swerve and sway.
Hey-hey.

It’s what I’m looking forward to.
Good morning sweetheart, I’m thinking about you,

I’m creating a groove.
I’m enjoying the mood.
Tonight is all I want to do.

I’ll get through breakfast with a cup a jo,
with my thoughts on creating, yo.

Oh and you know that I can’t ever get enough
of implying, so in your imagination, I trust.

I do, I do.
Perky are my two

lobes. I know…
Don’t let words throw
you off. You’re so boss
in the way that you hold my thoughts.
I translate the vibe into to scripts that will be bought.
Nothing so good comes without a cost.

I am invested in you
and the things that you do.

I like watching you. I’m a voyeur of sorts.
I like learning from you; I’m turned on by your smarts.

Oh yes. It’s morning and I’m awake.
Words on un-gird for the elevated take.

Take me. I like it.
That thing you do always spikes it —
so I write it.

Tell me your story; I want to know it.
You know that you affect me because I Griot it.
It’s just the way that I show it.

I know I don’t talk to you like this often. It takes discipline to restrain thyself,
I’m Qui
and being that we’re passed Day 3, I think it’s okay that I’m Feeling Myself.

Let’s start the weekend now.