This is a song about "Lovely evening"

I guess god cannot be everywhere so he created a mother, a lovely mother

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Ending: its so crazy im down wit az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

I guess you could say that's my poison, such a lovely crutch

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Girl you got a lovely outer surface