Dinner Date

Lyrics: Brandon Black/Marques Martin/KAMAUU Music: Marques Martin/KAMAUU/Brandon Black I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright But I've been layin', eyes open to the roof at night It gets hard when you're a martyr with nothin' left to give Told my momma I'ma get it, so now that's how I live Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth It's no surprise that they lie to get close to you I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it's always there There's no goin' back to sleep, there's no more time to spare Told my girl if she vote for (The wall) We don't gotta get a ****in' divorce She said, "Who's fightin' for me?" Shit, I need that freedom of choice Goyard, designer shoes Gotta match the botox designer face Donnie Darko, bunny rabbit in the mirror Tryna go hop in my place, breakin' the air Kiss the girl with the armpit hair Exotic got me so impaired I plant one seed and out comes the pears I see the Bat-sign in the air So if I fall, hope I slip through the cracks And come out a dead millionaire Wah-ha I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright But I've been layin', eyes open to the roof at night It gets hard when you're a martyr with nothin' left to give Told my momma I'ma get it, so now that's how I live Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth It's no surprise that they lie to get close to you I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it's always there There's no goin' back to sleep, there's no more time to spare I put the shank in the shackle Before I stab you Before I bounce Like Buffy I have to Behead you bloodsuckers I got attached to I got math tu- Tor cuz I had to Most of us Had substitutes In classrooms They didn’t get paid Enough actu-ally Care, the damage They just managed Serve us up, and labels take advantage All I blame is me, and how handle What I’m handed How I slight of hand it (Heh) Bread in the bakery All the ventilation Accumulate patrons (Hoo) Bled for the payday Bled for the vacay I ain’t gon’ bleed in the heyday (Hoo) Bred for the naysay Bred for the mayday I ain’t had a bed in a way way It's Phillips, it's lightbulbs, it's Migos, it's Takeoff Movin' and shippin', that's the sound of shippin' Just shippin' to Britain the pounds the quid Worst candidate for best time to quit Best candidate for worst time to part While ya here chillin', I'm next on the pot Check new vacay, who rushin' the drop? It's Phillips, it's lightbulbs, it's Migos, it's Takeoff Rusty email, I ain't gonna open that Gmail Spare the details, check the wave Heard me in the sea shell I ain't gon' retail I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright But I've been layin', eyes open to the roof at night It gets hard when you're a martyr with nothin' left to give Told my momma I'ma get it, so now that's how I live Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth It's no surprise that they lie to get close to you I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it's always there There's no goin' back to sleep, there's no more time to spare