Park Bench Chronicles

Yeah... check it Uh

Sitting on the bench while the record spins slow Watching shadows stretch

in the afternoon glow

We got the neighborhood humming to a classic loop Kids playing ball

by the double-rim hoop (uh-huh) With the dusty SP-1200 on the beat

Warm acoustic bass cooling down the summer heat (yeah) Check the cadence,

we keeping it sublime Just a cool breeze drifting through the timeline

It's that park bench vibe turning on the boombox (check it) Heavy

on the swing when the kick and snare locks

(yeah) We got the soul on the sample,

keys on the Rhodes

Just a head-nod classic for the open roads

Sun setting low but the block is still bright Fire hydrant spraying

keeping everybody light (uh) I drop a phrase and it lingers in

the air Like the sweet smoke rising from a corner over there

We don't need a rush,

let the needle just ride Feel the natural rhythm of the changing

of the tide (yeah) Classic golden era from the crates we select

No stress on the mind,

keeping respect

It's that park bench vibe turning on the boombox

(check it) Heavy on the swing when the kick and snare locks (yeah)

We got the soul on the sample,

keys on the Rhodes

Just a head-nod classic for the open roads

Just a loop in the dust Something you can trust (check it

out now)

Yeah

Keep it spinning on the bench (uh-huh)

Just the loop and the crackle