This is a song about "Lovely evening"

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

Then hadn't end up regretting until the evening i met him

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

Chorus: i wanna chill (chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase