The Joint

Sometimes you find yourself riding the train

Late night, headphones on

It’s cold outside but you zoom in and you remind yourself, you run the show

Well I'm riding on this cold train listening to Coltrane

I don’t need a gold chain or a sniff of cocaine

I get my dopamine anytime I go train

Shining like a diamond when I do my own thang

If you wanna beef; put the lighter to your propane

Blow it out proportion like fights with your old dame

Oh man; I’m finna get down like soul train

Sunny days; no rain; good times; no lames