Brother Ali - Not So Super Eight lyrics

Twilight

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 LA 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