Hello: early century club song for the youth

Rip the roof off with the subwoofer With sounds so loud it could bounce in Vancouver If someone yells, "turn it down!" tell em get a sense of humor It's still two PM somewhere, probably cooler I'mma flip the dance floor to the ceiling Cause when it's upside down the bad turns to good feeling A beat's got my heartbeat grieving It's hard to breathe but ain't nobody in the club leaving Virtuoso, Pablo Picasso I rob, steal, take like a mafioso Spit game, switch flows, no mistakes, all gold I hold my weight like old Marlon Brando I'm the godfather of bad decisions and weird living I just cooked pancakes in your friend's house in the kitchen! No permission! In the kitchen! No permission! "It's two in the morning and you're cooking?" Six dollars a day Top Ramen and coffee Hello Hello Hello Hello Get the brunch boys, 'cause it's time To roll on through to Harbor Drive I got twenty on my debit, seven in my coat pocket A COVID mask keepsake I bought if you want it, huh? A haunted house has ghosts, a party house has toasts A comedy club, roasts, the oceanfront, a coast Most of us are broke, earnings burnt in smoke The future's a bad joke, is there a punchline? Sometimes it's feels like our life was just a big setup (Th-th-then a letdown!) That's why tonight you gotta pop the collar up (Th-th-then getdown!) Yeah, sure, I'm hanging by a dumpster with friends It's fun, it's fun, it's fun, it's fun It's bumpin' harder than any club, plus it's tight 24/7 like an OJ Simpson glove Hello Hello Hello Hello Ring around the rosie Pockets full of posies Ashes to Alaska We all fall down BACK INTO THE Zone smooth like a saxophone I'm more Kenny than G Thang is we're all laughing "hello" I play piano keys on Gulkana, I hammer so bad these Windows shatter as the breeze wrapping me makes my teeth Chatter deep freeze, secret patterns from the sea to Saturn Between my decrees I chant Abba ra cadabra I conjure rhymes like magic spells, words that can Change minds, tragic and happy as well, hexes and Alchemy, written on the windows sills of second floor balconies Edited, already distilled, sentences steadily thrill Build to ecstasy, wizardry fitting the bill, heavenly recipes Cooked from my fiery grill, wrapped in refinery, served With curves entirely, It's never the run of the mill, but it's A deep dish delish enriched with reminisced kitsch Finish line fit enough to thrill Hello Hello Hello Hello Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye