[Hook: Polyester the Saint]
It's going down, going down, going down
Are you around?
[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
Late Friday, mid 80s, some little ladies and some big ladies
There's foam dropping out they mouth from the 40 like it's rabies
They t**ng in the whip on the way but it was probably all shakin'
But it's crackin'
Mars pulled up like what's happenin'
Girls at this party looking bat sh**
Crazy how they ga**in'
But I know that I ain't finna tap sh**
Girls don't care about this rap sh**
Least until you absent
Party in 200 and it's pa**in'
Think somebody offered me some Absinthe
Still I think for nights like these it's harder to forget
Cause that moment when you laughing with your n***as eating after hour sh**
Shoes look not the same color that you bought 'em
Faded in the summer I'm a hermit in the autumn
And every girl I know don't know if I'm drunk I'm finna call them
This how it's supposed to go no problem
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
They playing Based God, Keef, Future, Stizzy
Shoutout to the money from the d**, Biggie
Police come we running quickly
Wish this girl give me a quickie
Mismatched socks white T's I ain't picky
L smell stuck on me like a hicky
If Mom's up then she probably gonna k** me
Broke a whole vase smiling hard like bill me
Silly soul train line in the sideline
Everybody crib is mi casa
Can't find a ride, sleeping on the floor in my boxers
Making hella waffles manana
This that sh**, everybody up for a grip
And at the end of the night sun lit
And we had a good time, finna take the bus to the crib
Take a nap and we doing it again
[Hook]