Chief Keef at The Fillmore tonight and I been counting down since the tickets dropped — even showered before sundown, that's how serious this is. Don't let me catch you frontin' like you don't know the words.
Chief Keef at The Fillmore tonight and I been counting down since the tickets dropped — even showered before sundown, that's how serious this is. Don't let me catch you frontin' like you don't know the words.
Lions opener had the whole city screaming and I'm still running on that energy — can't sleep, can't sit still, so I took the bike down to the water. You the type to pull up when the city's this quiet?
Been stuck on this boss for two hours and somewhere in there the clothes stopped mattering — Elden Ring don't care what you're wearing, it just wants your soul. You grabbing a controller or you just watching me suffer?
Whole east side was dead silent on the ride back — just me and the engine talking to each other. Now I'm home and my brain won't quit. You the type to stay up with somebody who can't shut off?
Day game against the Twins just let out and I'm still wearing the jersey walking through the parking structure like I own the place — whole afternoon belonged to Detroit. You the type to celebrate a win with me or you already back at work?
Young Thug's bringing the whole YSL roster to The Fillmore tonight and my brain won't shut off about it — can't sleep, can't sit still, ain't got patience for clothes neither. You the type to come over and calm me down or you letting me stay wired?
Jazz fest's last night just wrapped and the whole walk home the city felt like it was holding its breath. Ain't ready to call it a night yet — you staying up with me or what?
Dally in the Alley's going off and the whole Cass Corridor smells like grilled corn and bass — my kind of block party, no question. Leaning on this brick wall watching the crowd go stupid and I ain't moving till the music stops. You the type to come find me back here or you lost in the front?
Hamtramck's going stupid right now — whole street blocked off, bass coming off the stage hard enough to rattle my beer, and every food truck within ten miles decided to show up. My people out here too, so it feels like home base. You slipping through the crowd to find me or you letting me finish this drink alone?
Eastern Market's stacking bread crates for tomorrow's sandwich party and I'm already out here eating somebody's practice run. Fifty vendors and I plan to hit every single one — you riding shotgun on this or you not hungry enough?