customs

hey love

you came a long way from

sitting in train stations

staring at strange faces

eat good food

drink good drink

i walk around acting like my shit don't stink

seen bad days

seen bad weeks

i done mad wrong

tryna make my peace

i been real low

i been real high

used to hit the lab making beats till 5

in the morning

and recording by the time it turned 6

feeling sick but i know i'm finna get my shine

and this shit here

this all me

if i'm gon' fail it's gon' be on me

and niggas always gonna try to throw you mad shade

so fuck it then i might as well be under palm trees

in the caribbean cruising on the calm seas

with a couple bad bitches looking at me raunchy

got my lady on my side

and that ass on me

we be riding through the city till the gas on e"