My Best Friend
Night is my best friend
it’s when I ain't scared
to say who I am again.
Don’t have to pretend
being who I ain’t
To telemarketers or collection agents
answer no questions, tell no lies
I can use my own voice
don’t have to disguise
even answer the phone
On the very first ring
without looking at the caller I D
to see who's calling me
just one of my boyz, checking in
To ask, where you been at?
Couldn’t reach you all day
what's up with that dawg,
you okay?
I shrug and say SSDD
You got me now
So what’s up playa.
What we doing tonight
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