I used to be low-key, to be a singer You had to actually know key, I mean way back
Before people made a job of seeing who's best And impersonating Bob, I mean way back
To when you sweat blood on every line To get one good song didn't cost sixty-nine and nine
To be considered cheap, you had to actually say stuff And if it wasn't good, these junkies didn't play stuff
I mean way, way, Marvin Gaye, way back And I pray that you will come with me