Sundown

Is that a Storm beat?

Sundown means it's time
For another ride
To clear my mind
This week ain't been fine
Might need more than wine
Forty plus is great
Might still come from grapes
Drink it, straight
Needs at least a college degree
It's a little more but I pay the fee
Goes down smooth I don't make a face
Makes it easy to get in the space
Low light, outlines traced
Big booty below small waist
I want to forget what took place
At least until I awake

The club keeps on callin me
The drinks keep on callin me
The beat keeps on callin me
The dark keeps on callin me
Fire in my brain runs as it please
Fire in my stomach puts me at ease
Turn down the thoughts till they cease
Turn up till the drank is gatekeeped

Want her to get low just like my thoughts
Making simple syrup in a pot
I like it sweet and not taut
Please don't play, you'll get taught
I'm prepared for night
It's what I call home
Stockholm is my plight
How many drinks till I'm in the zone
I'm not flying I'm flown
Dance skills were shown
Yeah that's right I'm grown
You knew that when you backed up on the bone
I feel good despite
This mindset ain't being right
Is the damage worth the pleasure
Another drinkie drink, whatever

The club keeps on callin me
The drinks keep on callin me
The beat keeps on callin me
The dark keeps on callin me
Fire in my brain runs as it please
Fire in my stomach puts me at ease
Turns down the thoughts til they cease
Turn up till the drank is gatekeeped

The club keeps on callin me
The drinks keep on callin me
The beat keeps on callin me
The dark keeps on callin me
Fire in my brain runs as it please
Fire in my stomach puts me at ease
Turns down the thoughts till they cease
Turn up till the drank is gatekeeped

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