Hartsdale Hotbox

[Verse 1]
Read something strange out of King James
The air had changed, shit wasn’t the same
The high school dames you longed to bang
Have changed their names and moved to Queens
Put all these things out in the flames
Go downtown, claim my charred remains
Moving along, now I’m estranged
From all the shame running
What’s good

[Chorus]
I’m chillin’ outside your building
The buzzers broken, shit's better unspoken
What’s really, really good
Is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue
When you’re up way past your curfew
What’s really, really good
Is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue
When you’re up way past your curfew

[Verse 2]
Through the moans of overtones
The notes are stones that hits your bones
Played you a song, you nodded solemn
Turned on Conan and now we’re stoned
Sirens are poems, cops write and show 'em
The open mics in Bed Stuyvesant
Moving along, now I’m alone
I know you’re home
What’s good

[Chorus]
I’m chillin’ outside your building
The buzzers broken, shit's better unspoken
What’s really, really good
Is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue
When you’re up way past your curfew
What’s really, really good
Is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue
When you’re up way past your curfew