Good Night - Billy Woods

It’s a good night, I won’t go gently

Told the bartender «don't let my glass empty»

That Rhodes Fender, volume on twenty

Break loud down, on the table cloth

If it’s the last night, fuck it, going hard

No if, ands, fam, every spliff three grams

Raise my hands, watch her do her thing, but I don’t dance

I don’t dance, don’t dance, I don’t dance

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

No tears, we had a hell of a run

No fear, my forefinger and thumb, strum violins

Sommelier said to say when

Grin, when, lights dim, watch her spin

Oysters and gin

No check, tonight your money don’t spend

Familiar friends, some faces I ain’t expect to see again

No questions, glad you made the session

To your health, shots smooth as hell

She’s still dancing by herself

Eyes closed, sways to the beat

And you know me… but tonight?

I just might, I just might, I just might

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on

Fuck last call, put my song on