THURSDAY

 Thursdays

Another Thursday, laying back as I'm writting this

Got throwback tracks playing,

Just thinking back into the days

Each track taking me to a different place

Hopscotching down memory lane

It's like looking in a mirror, but I've changed, and still the same

I'm stuck in the eighties, with all the classics, 

MJ, prince and Madam Baker, 

Me and the rhythm connect

And I never want to wake up

Just drown me in flavour,

Tape, after tape, the algorithm is in my favour

Throw me back to magnificent writers , with voices that call for lighters up in the air

Flows with flair,

All Thursday long, just don't throw me way back tomorrow

I'll be in the moment

It's a Friday, that's the movement.