This is a song about "8"

Lets come up to my city

Realistically they really

Generating celebrations.

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Honorable entertainment/

If you feel it, it must be real just

They can’t even come around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Anorexics an apatite

With a honey in the middle

Not even metaphorical

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Inequality promises

If i die before i wake

Intimidate, humiliate,