Eight

It starts at 8 Tonight you finna be my date Dinner plates and silverware Long time coming here Know a thousand remedies But you keep my head clear What’s that Belvedere? Bombay? Oh a spare That’s a house warming gift When you living upstairs Getting older Seeing facial hair turn into beards And I got my lil' stache But that shit ain't grow in weird And we only 23 But the end is very near She roll another 2 B Like she playing Nier They never made the 9S This number shit really weird And our privacy taken So you n****s better fear It’s the Midnight Pro Wav9 in ya war And I tuck the spliff Like a child feeling sick Lil' n***a get with this If you ain't feeling hip Raise ya hand And smoke to this Show em' how You been the shit Show em' why You glistening Show em' why they listening