Late Nights

Late nights
Never had the stage fright
Keep the butter fly on my shoulders and then I take flight
Peace to K Hite
And all the other photogs,,
Who keep the old god, looking star without the botox

I guess I get a lot of beauty sleep
Asking who is he
Since a teen he had them beauty queens
Tho I prefer them a little different
Get her swerved and lifted
Make her purr in her ignition

Start the engine
Clark the henchmen
Not to mention
He was called to ball from God in heaven
A reverend
Sent to lead by example
To he fly is ample
His knees they tied an anvil

To try to keep him down
These freaking clowns, got the leaking mouth
So he watch who he speak around
And that’s reeler than the big fish
Who left his small pond to get on but became a big dish