[Hook: Arielle] Good music, and it's sweet like a dessert When all else fails, you put it on, it'll work Like an addiction, you get wild for me And I ain't talking 'bout the radio I'm talking 'bout the real sh** Boy, if the music ain't good What the f** you doing? [Verse 1: Luke Christopher] You got the body of a 1965 Ferrari Underneath your hood, a heart like Rocky And your drums always hit me like "uh uh uh" Plus you came a long way, you a hustler You like cold-blooded Phoenix, nah girl, I mean it I could make you a millionaire, call me the black Regis And all these n***as got love for ya You need to find you a n***a that you trust enough You need a old school cat who's a rock star, mama Gets you your fix some hits without drama Dress you in that unheard of designer See, I could be the new rhymer [Hook: Arielle] Good music, and it's sweet like a dessert When all else fails, you put it on, it'll work Like an addiction, you get wild for me And I ain't talking 'bout the radio I'm talking 'bout the real sh** Boy, if the music ain't good What the f** you doing? [Verse 2: Luke Christopher] I'm a believer in the new generation Hip-hop is hop to hurdle the segregation Got Dr. Soul and I'll be the patient Got Dr. Flow, you not gonna make it But what's white wine without good futures? What's nighttime without good music? Had to call upon zoo to get through These times of whack rhymes and lines that's so foolish Stupid, it's supposed to be above love and the feeling in your gut when you do it Music, you a bad mother- Shut your mouth and watch a real n***a do it [Hook: Arielle] Good music, and it's sweet like a dessert When all else fails, you put it on, it'll work Like an addiction, you get wild for me And I ain't talking 'bout the radio I'm talking 'bout the real sh** Boy, if the music ain't good What the f** you doing?