Whispers of a Jazz Club

(Intro)
Yeah, let me tell you a story that happened a while ago,
I'm sure some of y'all can relate.

(Verse 1)
Let's take it back to that night,
Fresh cut, rolled blunt, and a glass half full,
Cabernet Sauvignon, before we're hitting the road,
Dressed to impress from my head to my toe,
Wifey walks with a glow, I'm a lucky man,
Night is good, all is fun, something's planned.
Hit the strip, find the spot, now it's time we're walking in,
"Hi Pal, do you have a reservation?"
"I just called 30 minutes ago."
"Sorry, we're full."
"You just let the couple in front of us go..."
"Yeaaa, sorry we're closed."
"The fuck are you saying? It's 7:30, there's my name in your book,
Stop acting dirty", Wifey pulls me aside,
Saying "Baby, it ain't worth it, look, they do this on purpose."
Okay, whatever, they just wanna see me act out,
On to the next to cash out, before I spazz out.
So now we're heading to the spot beside us,
"We're closed."
Yooo, what the fuck is this - the twilight zone?

(Chorus)
All I want is some good music and alcohol,
A little jazz with a glass of whisky off the wall (top shelf),
Where's my people?
I hate this vibe right now,
Where's my people?
These yuppies bringing me down.
I wanna dance with my lady,
With nobody staring (stop it),
I want my energy matched,
That means the music's blaring,
A little one-two step, I'm tryna have fun,
I'm hearing the whispers in the distance 'bout a jazz club.

(Verse 2)
I'm here to live it up and spend some cash,
So if you's a racist motherfucker, you can kiss my ass,
I want a 10oz steak with gold flakes and Suntory whisky,
Not some dumb ass broke bouncer that's trying to frisk me.
So anyhow, somebody's approaching now,
He's walking and talking saying "this neighbourhood is foul",
I tell him, "All they see is my race."
He shrugs and relates, a brother working late nights, tryna' get paid.
Fortunately, he tells me about a spot,
The jazz club,
Where everybody can rock and nobody acts up,
And as he whispers direction I give a dap up,
Show my respect and now it's on to the next,
As we're strolling I hear the music calling my name,
I see people laughing and smoking in the alleyway,
So we walk down the steps, opening the bookcase slow,
"Welcome to the Jazz Club, expecting you both."
Hahaha

(Chorus)
All I want is some good music and alcohol,
A little jazz with a glass of whisky off the wall (top shelf),
There's my people,
I love this vibe right now,
There's my people,
Nobody's bringing me down.
I wanna dance with my lady,
With nobody staring (stop it),
I want my energy matched,
That means the music's blaring,
A little one-two step, I'm tryna have fun,
I'm feeling grateful that we made it to the jazz club.

(Outro)
Ain't no, yeah, ain't nobody killing my energy, nah.
Uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh,
Your boy Classik, Padre Tóxico.