9pm

9 o'clock
Late night in the drive through
Target next, knock em out before curfew
Hoodie on in the backseat, tell myself that I need sleep
Need sleep
Got my eyeliner, hoops and a skateboard
Being the best me I can afford
Street signs, and city lights, my best friend since late nights
And blurry eyes, trying to find a reason why
Everything's been flying by
Like George Floyd and Gaza and Breonna who deserved to live
But things are still happening, my time needs to catch up with me
No losing, keep fighting, I'm trying
Knock em out with a keshada
Now I'm getting closer to mi llado Mexicana
De intentarlo
And trying to see through the sorrow
The sunsets in San Fran telling me that I can
Jamming in the backseat, roll down my window
Breeze rushing through me, feeling in this dope beat
Damn this is the best thing since KRS and Fugees
Gang Starr, yeah Guru he helped me when everything else here got busy
I think I'm in the zone now
I think I'll be alone now
9 o'clock, late night in the drive through
Target next, knock em out before curfew



Credits
Writer(s): Ari Carpenter, Safiyah Hernandez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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