Notwithstanding all the tweed and brown shoes I go in for, I also like to beat up my ’95 Camry’s flypaper speakers with nasty bass like this. The verse that starts around 2:00 is an especially hot ride on a hot, hot beat. Blow like early-mornin’ flights, indeed. Watch out for the weed references and gently onanistic misogyny. Happy autumn, all!