purple fedora fitted like cigar smoke in the room
jazz flows by miles & nina surround the vibe
we just left 110th street harlem world all over
I plead the 5th I think I should
even after the hours have come and gone
she looks at him love in her eyes
no disguise no compromise
then he plays the saxophone like no other
inhale myrrah exhale collard greens
the genius is dope
it all happens after hours