Isher Roth X GoneToHeaven - 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

Written by:
Ishmaiyl Antoine

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