I’m here to praise the past lets raise the glass
this track is for ya old school mixtape champs
a burned CD, ‘no sir, not me’
i want the analog ones - they came with side-b
to mix that style took man time and effort
cd, tape cassette and vinyl record
a good mixtape would take me 3 or 4 days
I’d have my headphones raised, well, why am I called pause, play
get the song she never heard so collect the tracks,
and get the facts to move the neck and back
I’ll pull a slow-jam, road dam, pulling out sculpture
I don’t want your phone number, rather know your culture
so that after we speak, I’ll spend, like, half of a week
getting deep on a mixtape masterpiece
and a stereo that plays the mixtape [bad word] on man we ain’t back in the days, like

Back in the days of a girlfriend mixtape
perfect prose to hit with a sick break
nowadays you just burn a playlist
I don’t care, that will never the be the same as..
Back in the days of a girlfriend mixtape
perfect prose to hit with a sick break
a girl so cool, I get old school
pull out the tape decks and pay some respect to a girl like you
I’d mix the tape for a girl like you

good mixtape is my idea of romance
if she's got no taste, then we got no chance
original’s critical, apathy is criminal
see I strive for the pinnacle, got no time to be cynical
cause I live for that vision,
how I love women
independent, intelligent, and always crate diggin’
can good love last, it all depends
on how she reacts when I introduce my friends
this is Mahogany, 
twin’s name Ebony, King Rakim, and President Eric And if she treats them all like honoured guests
and he gonna listen just like lord Finesse
She gotta love my boy Bob or why would I be with her
and respect Kate Tempest, she’s a firespitter
love Bill Withers, cause there ain’t nobody smoother
big up to Sam Cooke, they don’t make him how they used to