Nights Like These (feat. Gho$t!)
Like a bird you wanna be one
Soaring high with your freedom
Healed from the things done
Shining bright like a beacon
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Getting connected
Right back to my hotspot
Airing it out
Wind on my face with my drop top
Red up ahead
I see it now but I don't stop
Coming in fast
Living though when I'm on the run
Picking up where you dropped the love
Cleaning up what you left like dust
Broken down with my face in the rut
Pull myself got to get back up
Tell myself got to get away
Pack my bags on the interstate
Hit the west hello L.A.
Speak it out til it in my face
Save myself from drowning I've been living out my life
I'm just trying to deal with all the pain locked up inside
Twisted with emotions but you know I got it right
Only come with me baby if you down to ride, I said
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Really off the deep end, thinking
Really man I'm starving if my family ain't eating
She call me a demon
Look, I call her a late night
Sorry I can't make it home I'm trying to get the tape right
Look this booth is my escape
To be a star I need some space
But it gets dark so play your part and be the home where I can stay
Running not running away
Coming from nothing I'm loving the chase
Making my mark while sipping this makers mark
And writing to liberate, look I
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Like a bird you wanna be one
Soaring high with your freedom
Healed from the things done
Shining bright like a beacon
Like a bird you wanna be one
Soaring high with your freedom
Healed from the things done
Shining bright like a beacon
Soaring high with your freedom
Healed from the things done
Shining bright like a beacon
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Getting connected
Right back to my hotspot
Airing it out
Wind on my face with my drop top
Red up ahead
I see it now but I don't stop
Coming in fast
Living though when I'm on the run
Picking up where you dropped the love
Cleaning up what you left like dust
Broken down with my face in the rut
Pull myself got to get back up
Tell myself got to get away
Pack my bags on the interstate
Hit the west hello L.A.
Speak it out til it in my face
Save myself from drowning I've been living out my life
I'm just trying to deal with all the pain locked up inside
Twisted with emotions but you know I got it right
Only come with me baby if you down to ride, I said
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Really off the deep end, thinking
Really man I'm starving if my family ain't eating
She call me a demon
Look, I call her a late night
Sorry I can't make it home I'm trying to get the tape right
Look this booth is my escape
To be a star I need some space
But it gets dark so play your part and be the home where I can stay
Running not running away
Coming from nothing I'm loving the chase
Making my mark while sipping this makers mark
And writing to liberate, look I
Pull up and we scheming, Beamer, drop top
Looking like a crock pot, steaming
I just might do 90 in the 30 for no reason
Trying get away from all the pain and shit I'm seeing, seeing
Like a bird you wanna be one
Soaring high with your freedom
Healed from the things done
Shining bright like a beacon
Like a bird you wanna be one
Soaring high with your freedom
Healed from the things done
Shining bright like a beacon
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Santoro
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