Clubbin'

Written for a competition on here, but decided not to post it there......

It’s simple,
Oh shit check the mirror got a pimple…
Gotta moisturize get the fit right,
Head to toe got my shit tight…
Hip night! I feel the moods there,
Weed lit Speed hit, I see my boos here…
Cars looking glazed,
Night sky icy, jewels appraised…
Unfazed by the paparazzi,
Out the whip type flashy…
Pass the line straight thru,
My ladies elegant see how she came thru…
Styles classy as she walks in,
Djay plays our theme our eyes locked in,
One two-step nice moves,
Feet feeling cloudy got those ice shoes…
It’s chilly with the ice glare,
People watching us cause we a nice pair…
Slight flare for dramatics,
Lights dimmed the scents aromatic…
But then we glance around,
Everyone’s on their phone as we dance around…
We turned around not up,
Dipped to the door walked about a block up…
What’s the point of clubbing’?
If everyone’s snubbing, ya’ll bugging!
Why go out if you on their phone,
A bunch of zombies with weird moans…
On social media flashing