Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, check the pocket, let it ride Piano in the window, bass on the side [Verse 1] I walk in with a notebook full of crooked little arrows Turn a hallway conversation into headlines by tomorrow Got a thrift-store jacket and a tailor-made opinion Every bar pays rent, every punchline wants admission You can count the loose change rattling inside my cadence I make a weak hand look dangerous at the table No need for smoke machines, the room already crowded Say it plain, then flip the phrase till the whole block shouts it [Pre-Chorus] Keep the tempo in your chest, let the syllables connect If the plan looks too perfect, put a crease across the edge [Chorus] We came to make the room move, left to right Turn a small idea into a Friday night Hands up when the bass drops, heads nod on cue If you came with a spark, let it show what it can do [Verse 2] I got questions in the margin, annotations on the napkin Make a meal from minor chords and a beat that keeps on snapping Never chasing every trend, I let the trends explain me By the time they find the shortcut, all the long roads know my name, see I keep jokes in the toolbox, truth tucked in the lining Build a bridge from every setback, make the weak spot part of timing When the pressure starts to knock, I answer with a grin Put the whole debate on mute, then let the record spin [Chorus] We came to make the room move, left to right Turn a small idea into a Friday night Hands up when the bass drops, heads nod on cue If you came with a spark, let it show what it can do [Bridge] Piano takes a crooked turn, bass walks underneath Every voice around the table adds another set of feet No borrowed crown, no rented shine, just work that holds its shape We turn the ordinary up and give the day a better name [Verse 3] I write like I’m late for something, still arrive with perfect posture Make a riddle out of rent, then solve it for the doctor Got a pocket full of blue-sky plans and receipts from last week If success is just a language, I’m becoming less antique From the first kick to the last word, keep the engine nice and steady Every listener gets a seat, every skeptic gets confetti So remember when the hook returns and everybody knew The best part of the night was what the room decided to do [Final Chorus] We came to make the room move, left to right Turn a small idea into a Friday night Hands up when the bass drops, heads nod on cue If you came with a spark, let it show what it can do [Outro] Let it show what it can do Piano fades, but the groove stays true
