After Party

Eleven o’clock, who’s ringin’my phone? I’m just cool, laid back like Nina
Simone.
I don’t recognise the number though, so I let the number go, then I text the
number — yo.
Who’s this? What’s happenin'? Who’s hollerin'? While I’m stretched back,
mag sittin'.
That’s weird, so somethin’s going on, then I think we should reach 'coz
somethin’s going on I can smell a party ten miles away, blindfold, locate, when the ??? say,
So you know I gotta reach, get just white kicks, do irregular peach.
And that’s fresh fresh fresh, I’m ready for to stick in this, yes yes yes.
I jump up, move straight to my car, start drivin', text back — yo tell me where
you are.
I pull up, stop, right by the door — it’s a house and a club I’ve never seen
this before.
You remember `Eyes wide shut` this is `Eyes wide open`, make my eyes light up.
Knock knock — yep let me come in, in the list from your ???, mate nope,
you go in.
The doors open to a beautiful sight, down’s fresh light, Lyn and those pearls
are nice whites.