Pretty Much

Rest In Peace to all the fallen stars
I’m talking about the ones from the eighties
The last generation of gentlemen and ladies
Nowadays we’re only good for issues and crooked ways
Boys and girls that either play games or swing both ways
Filling up the glass to empty out my mind
White people staring at me like I’ve committed a crime
But it’s fine
I know it’s far from my time
I know one day everything will be mine
Yeah it’ll be a while before V. Fall falls
Girl it’s getting late you know should call
You know I like all my conversations late
You know I don’t buy flowers or date
But if you stick around I’ll hold it down
Give you the ring and the crown
How’s that sound