Late Night Thoughts
How many times did I tell you?
I'm thanking God for every blessing, guess this song is a prayer
Now I'm just living my life, pass me the controller, I'm the player
Don't wanna fuck up my pencil
This shit is getting more special
How many times that I was tryna get something that I didn't
Have or probably even think about, it's just the beginning
My music ain't for everybody
Gotta be able to feel it, yeah
Gotta be able to feel it
But now just trust me 'cause I'm not looking for anybody
Chilling with my playlist next to me on couch a henny bottle
Too many secrets like we both living in all these shadows
Writing songs really help me to solve these problems, for real
I'm tired of coming home and see my mother crying, it ain't cool
I gotta be the man who I wanna be
But better than you
Don't tell me shit about my music, know what I gotta do
'Cause this the only way I make it through
Now talk to a nigga
Looking for that something from you
We popping bottles in the club, another convo from you
I know it's late I gotta go, 5:00 a.m., the sky blue
I got a butterfly on my chest, do you wanna come through?
'Cause I'm at home
Chilling with the homies, already know
Gimme time I gotta right my wrongs
So tell me, how you feel right now?
Just keep it a hunnid, we ain't post to chill, right now
Don't wanna pop a pill, right now
So stop with them bullshit, that ain't for me right now
Tryna get a call, get a call but from us
Ain't nobody drunk, something that you should trust
And I don't even know how to call it, love or lust? Yeah
How to call it, love or lust?
You should know that I'm fucking with you
Tryna get you, forget all these complications baby
I'm wondering where I mess up at
Feeling lonely, swear to God I'm tired of this shit baby
Now I'm leaving this roach for tomorrow
Singing all alone, riding solo
Feeling a lil' jaded on the low low
On God, I ain't wanna hear another convo
Hear another convo
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no
I'm thanking God for every blessing, guess this song is a prayer
Now I'm just living my life, pass me the controller, I'm the player
Don't wanna fuck up my pencil
This shit is getting more special
How many times that I was tryna get something that I didn't
Have or probably even think about, it's just the beginning
My music ain't for everybody
Gotta be able to feel it, yeah
Gotta be able to feel it
But now just trust me 'cause I'm not looking for anybody
Chilling with my playlist next to me on couch a henny bottle
Too many secrets like we both living in all these shadows
Writing songs really help me to solve these problems, for real
I'm tired of coming home and see my mother crying, it ain't cool
I gotta be the man who I wanna be
But better than you
Don't tell me shit about my music, know what I gotta do
'Cause this the only way I make it through
Now talk to a nigga
Looking for that something from you
We popping bottles in the club, another convo from you
I know it's late I gotta go, 5:00 a.m., the sky blue
I got a butterfly on my chest, do you wanna come through?
'Cause I'm at home
Chilling with the homies, already know
Gimme time I gotta right my wrongs
So tell me, how you feel right now?
Just keep it a hunnid, we ain't post to chill, right now
Don't wanna pop a pill, right now
So stop with them bullshit, that ain't for me right now
Tryna get a call, get a call but from us
Ain't nobody drunk, something that you should trust
And I don't even know how to call it, love or lust? Yeah
How to call it, love or lust?
You should know that I'm fucking with you
Tryna get you, forget all these complications baby
I'm wondering where I mess up at
Feeling lonely, swear to God I'm tired of this shit baby
Now I'm leaving this roach for tomorrow
Singing all alone, riding solo
Feeling a lil' jaded on the low low
On God, I ain't wanna hear another convo
Hear another convo
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no
Credits
Writer(s): Domenico Cambareri, Stefano Breda, Nathan Giusti
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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