Not So Super Eight

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Brother Ali - Rap

Not So Super Eight

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[Intro] Twilight [Verse] I spend seven hours out the day sitting in a van Reading James Baldwin and listening to Chance Sometimes I got dhikr beads clicking in my hand Sometimes I'm Facetiming with my children and my ma'am Burning through my data plan Mix-A-Lot at the truck stop, they looking at me like I'm the Taliban My stomach rumble like a true beast I love a Sudanese feast, but I'll have to do with Uber Eats I snooze at least a couple hours in a hotel I love a "W", but I got super eight, oh well Somebody smoked a bowl in here, and now my coat smell Hate secondhand smoking, how it make my throat feel But what's so real is that I go through all of that Every laundromat from L.A. to New York and back Pouring all my heart out on a track For no other reason than it's where y'all are at I shoulder that twenty-three hours of hustling and bustling Just to connect with you for one of 'em

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Writers
  • Brother Ali