In.Plain.Sight.

Buckle up the strap to run the laps
Tryna ride it out
Disregard any help so no crying out
Thoughts all getting tangled when you tie em down
This shit never fail to keep me thinking every night like i'm nocturnal cos this journal keep me writing eternally
They still haven't heard me
Feet touching the gravel
Locked in sturdily
They say "You always saucing up," I got the puck wit me
I been running from some shit, but it's been stuck wit me

Dead of the night, ay
Live to create, ay
Chill in plain sight, ay
Question the fate, ay
Skate on the ice, yet it can't hold the weight, ay
Pick up the mess and rise to a clean state, yuh

Dead of the night, yuh
Live to create, ay
Chill in plain sight, ay
Question the fate, yuh
Skate on the ice yet it can't hold the weight
Ay, yuh
Yeah rise to a clean state

Hit back from the tech nigga
Bitch i'm drowning all these bitches, fucking wet nigga
Strapped up wit a wesson, you gon' end up in a heaven nigga
He ain't ever use it bitch, he only get to stressin' niggas
My diamonds blue, they not red
Sending six shots they gon' rip through his head
They gon' run up on me, say "you mufuckin' dead"
Fuck all these bitches, they ain't want me back then

Dead of the night, ay
Live to create, ay
Chill in plain sight, ay
Question the fate, ay
Skate on the ice, yet it can't hold the weight, ay
Pick up the mess and rise to a clean state, yuh

Dead of the night, yuh
Live to create, ay
Chill in plain sight, ay
Question the fate, yuh
Skate on the ice, yet it can't hold the weight
Ay, yuh
Yeah rise to a clean state



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Writer(s): Cole Mancuso
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