Lyrics Dinner Date - Marques Martin, KAMAUU, Brandon Black

Dinner Date

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 fuckin' 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