The Idea

[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
Just a voice and a bass, uh
I'll take time, come up with a flow and some great lines
Now make my vocals extra crispy and clear
Yo engineer, do me a favor, put a snare right - here
Now hold the kick for a bar or two
I'm starting to uh, uh, uh dump d-dump dump
That kick bumps, kid
This some dumb shit
Now give me that guitar lick, a couple chords I can rhyme with
Hoo! Now I'm starting to feel it
Those little synths you were fuckin' wit', put that part in here, Wilson
That's just as hot as I was hoping
Now drop my voice a little lower while I rap about smoking, c'mon
Break up the reefer inhale and feel how the tree feel, refill
Wake up and pop a sativa weed pill
Now where's the melodies?
The hooks on three
And we all look around the room like "What the hook gon' be?"
Something like

[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
Drums, drums, I need more drums
Now add a - damn I love those gun sounds
Spin it, hit 'em with the turn table gimmicks
Like I'm Sa-a-a-ammy Lachow back up in it
I'm a dime, quarter, nickel
Blunt blowing sick-o
I'm a home schooling, no fooling, pro-tooling
Keep the bath water running 'til the last time I jump in
Imma' fuck til I'm (stuttering) keep that!
Look who just came back in the booth
Rapping the truth
I'll spit a bar now we adding the loot here
Hoo! The groove here I feel like I got my whole crew near
Add a triangle and put a "woo!" and a "woo!" here
Today's class is how to master your track
You need the hash on hash and the glass on glass
To get the racks upon racks upon racks upon racks
And need the saxophone saxophone saxophone sax!

[Outro: Mario Sweet]
Looking at the people that ride outside
Had to look into my phone and type the numbers on my dial
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I swear the song sounded like this beat right here, right here!
I swear the song sounded like this beat right here, right here