Lyrics Not So Super Eight - Brother Ali

Not So Super Eight

I spend seven hours out the day sitting in a van\nReading James Baldwin and listening to Chance\nSometimes I got dhikr beads clicking in my hand\nSometimes I’m Facetiming with my children and my ma’am\nBurning through my data plan\nMix-A-Lot at the truck stop, they looking at me like I’m the Taliban\nMy stomach rumble like a true beast\nI love a Sudanese feast, but I’ll have to do with Uber Eats\nI snooze at least a couple hours in a hotel\nI love a «W», but I got super eight, oh well\nSomebody smoked a bowl in here, and now my coat smell\nHate secondhand smoking, how it make my throat feel\nBut what’s so real is that I go through all of that\nEvery laundromat from L.A. to New York and back\nPouring all my heart out on a track\nFor no other reason than it’s where y’all are at\nI shoulder that twenty-three hours of hustling and bustling\nJust to connect with you for one of 'em