Lyrics:
perfumed stationary by the phone
I hate to think about you waking up at dawn to find me gone
It's hard for me to get up in the middle of the night and go
full of fine underwear
Lace corsets and bras satin slips and some tights
Pajamas and nightgowns to wear in the night
The life grandma selected my mom had
just an imitation, you can die like white buffalo
CHORUS:
Working late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
just an imitation, you can die like white buffalo
CHORUS:
Working late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
that G?
Other races
They say we act like rats in a cage
I tried to argue, but check it
Every night in the news
We prove them suckers right and
I got
conversation
Middle of the summer and it's raining
Waiting at the train station
Hella cancellations
So she gets a taxi, sitting in a backseat
Blue jean
humor's roots
Amazed and raised to skewer truth's abuse
How, in the white night, I'd shudder to hear a voice softly uttered
From the satin-tinged end
gone, Petty song, all night long atmosphere
I'd wish I was here
Blue eyes, all mine in my t-shirt
Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
Girl,
eighteen
Yo, uhh, yo
Raised by QD3, we seen the years of menace
They can't evict a landlord
I proceed over the tenant
I mostly co-sign, get my pen out in
Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac
Now I'm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap
White boy, looking like an angry
I need to talk to Mike Lowrey
Hello?
It's Mike Lowrey
Through the night when it be stormin'
Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
This track was recorded in 2023 through the technicolor dye-transfer process
It's not just black or white or grey
The clouds above so far away
Hide
Bound for a crash
Two red white and blues we were
Destined to clash
I can't fix the future
I can't change the past
Like fly by night news
We were
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
he'll be president
He's quite a popular man
But now the chief has reservations
And the white man has plans
There's opposition in Congress
The bill is up
A turn real bad
Get jumped by the ones who Think they're tough Till I hit a Fit of rage, then you have Enough
Kick in your head, if you know Then you know
You can see it in my eyes
That I've never been a quitter
I hope that when I die
I'll have been a bigger hitter
I've been lining up white all night
below
Marry me in black in the dead of the night
Make a blood pact by the glare of the knife
Marry me in black beyond the grave
Never to be saved
in they army jacket linings
Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights
(right), yellas mixed with (white)
yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
you see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
red,
speakers
Blue in your eyes
White lies in my head
Trying hard to deny
All along it was me
It wasn't just the leaves
Falling
I spilt your drink
My cheeks
ridin' in the Track
(Skrrt) , do a drive-by in the 'Cat
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Diamondback on a nigga lap (On a nigga lap)
I missed a call from the plug
hard, for your future in pursuit of the cash
Her hair blowing in the wind with no roof on her ride
Picture perfect white clouds in these bright blue
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