Salat

Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs

The night is young old jams playing in my home

You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes

Especially Swvnn, this beat fire, let's keep it going

Ma I remember when you was at my spot jotting in yo journal listening to yo top five (Top five)

Told me I was on yo list

Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta

By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember

Wrote this verse on October first twenty-twenty just like my vision

Tell all the black kids we must remember red lights didn't bring cheer to us, last December

Odd enough they still aiming to kill us see I try to live past that