9pm

[Verse]
Nine o'clock, late night in the drive-through
Target next, knock 'em out before curfew
Hoodie on in the back seat, tell myself that I need sleep
Need sleep
Got my eyeliner, hoops and a skateboard
Being the best me I can afford
Street signs and city lights
My best friend since late nights
And blurry eyes, tryna find a reason why
Everything's been flying by
Like George Floyd and Gaza and Breonna who deserved to live
But things are still happening, my time needs to catch up with mе
No losing, keep fighting, I'm trying
Knock 'em out with a keshada
Now I'm getting closеr to mi lado Mexicana
De intentarlo and trying to see through the sorrow
The sunsets in San Fran telling me that I can
Jamming in the back seat, roll down my window
Breeze rushing through me, feeling in this dope beat
Damn, this is the best thing since KRS and Fugees
Gang Starr, yeah, Guru, he helped me when everything else here got busy
I think I'm in the zone now, I think I'll be alone now
Nine o'clock, late night in the drive-through
Target next, knock 'em out before curfew