Not So Super Eight

[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