Red Snow, Pt. 2 - Billy Woods, Willie Green

Borrowed suit, I pop bottles in hard bottoms

Sip juice from Tiffany coupes

Watching white women raise the roof

Pour something for old friends who always pick the wrong men

Cycling through the same excuses again and again and again

«He's not like this when it’s just me and him»

Had to suppress a grin

Classical music no need to go out on a limb

Cognac and gin Stay Up Late with Womack and Friends

On my own damn planet

The little prince

Ignore me

It’s yourself you gotta convince because your fiancé is a bitch

Open bar get my crutch dance like crip

They wanted a speech, I let 'er rip

All i heard was «preach brotha!»

On my Big Gipp dabbing forehead monogrammed handkerchief

«This won’t take all night»

Sunk cost fallacy

Counting the days till I’m paid to rap in a gallery

Drug war almost over

Nobody wanna be the last casualty

Arresting officer laughing casually like

«Is you mad at me, or yourself?»

Bad situation like you grabbed the belt

Sniveling, legs starting to welt and all mom said was

«Let go, or else»