Uber
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The Uber was early
And more radiant than expected
From it rope ran
Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas
Tugging what I don’t know,
Look into my rear view, I’m like “How you doing?”
Asking what your name is, cause it’s real important
Making sure your ride is right and comfortable
Oh you late for your flight, then we got to go
A toothless angel on a midnight bike ride flew by and said God bless you bro,
Sitting in my car waiting for a rider to drive to I yelled God bless you dude,
He must have been an angel, this is LA.
