Last Night

I match my lighter with my Nicorette
Then I match my coffee with my cigarette
Know my end is coming, don't know how to quit
Know my people dying, don't know how they'll live

Woke up in the morning on the left side
Wake up to my maker, hope I'm dressed right
They gon' read about my in the headlines
I just hope they get me on my best side

Know my end is coming, don't know how to quit
Know my people dying, don't know how they'll live
They say take it easy but I know they lying
Lately, I've been tryna fight it

I need me a one-way ticket outta here
I just need a reason, then I'm over there
I just need a minute, think I'm overworked
They say they about it, but I know they scared

I ain't mad about it, nigga, me too
I can never tell you what you've been through
Don't fall for the kitty, nigga, be cool
Before they read about you in the Me Too

Know my end is coming, don't know how to quit
Know my people dying, don't know how they'll live
Woke up in the morning on the West Side
Know she ain't my shawty, but the sex right

She might only seven when I'm stressed out
Say that she don't love me 'cause I'm next out
I might hear the same thing in the next town
Know they lying
Lately, I've been, tryna fight it
Tryna hold on and survive it
I need guidance, I need God
I need guidance, I need God

I spoke to God last night
She said, "Don't worry, son, I'm proud of you
What was meant to be was meant to be
What was meant for you was meant for you"
I spoke to God last night
(I spoke to God last night)

Still I match my lighter with my Nicorette
And I match my coffee with my cigarette
Know my end is coming, don't know how to quit
Know my people dying, don't know...
I spoke to God last night

I spoke to God last night
She said, "Harry said he's proud of you
Please don't focus on what could have been
But you do what you was meant to him"

I spoke to God last night
She said the right thing might not always come out the right way
The right time might not always fall on the right day
And that's fine, that's life, that's life-like

Getting paid 'n' paying bills like
Speaking your truth when it don't feel right
Like losing to win it
We all die, right?
When do we finish?
How was you feeling?

So what do we do next?



Credits
Writer(s): Kwame Kwei-armah, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
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