[my] Nights

Every night fucks every day up
Every day patches the night up
On God you should match it, it’s that KO
No white lighters til I fucked my 16th up
my family had a Malibu, oh
The Legend, kept at least six discs in the changer
Back when Boswell and Percy had it active
Couple students in the city touring mansions
All the Reverends
Preaching self made millionaire status
When we could only eat Village on occasions
After ‘trina hit I had to transfer campus
Chili’s out in Richmond where I waited
Stayin’ with you when I didn’t have a address
Fuckin on you when I didn’t own a mattress
Writing my way outta Hampton
Every night
Drop the baby off at home before my night shift
You know I can’t hear none of that spend the night shit

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