Lonely Nights
All them lonely nights
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
We back here again, back with the pad and the pen
Back to the wind, Brutus back 2 back with the wins
Racking up sins, hope Go still plan on letting me in
Hook to ya chin, just know ya fucking head finna spin
I'm rambling again. This is where the legend begins
That pill kicking in. Turn up, come down and do it again
I'm fluent with pans, my niggas help me move all the grams
She bringing her friends
3 For me and 2 for my mans
Moving through the streets like a typhoon going
From a top flight goon to a million dollar tycoon
Gotta do it now cause I could die soon
Thunder clouds coming with a light chance of slight doom
And you know da ting go bop- boom!
The street sweeper wet a nigga up I call it mop-broom
Told lil mama Imma need some top soon
Pussy so wet I feel like I been in a monsoon
All them lonely nights
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
All this frustration and hatred got me impatient and angry
No motivation to face it making my placement complacent
My heart been racing and pacing, I think I'm heaven's forsaken
Spend every day getting faded. Be meditating sedated!
Yeah I be acting out, sipping til I'm blacking out
I turned into a titan so they wanna come attack me now
But a nigga keep the hooks tighter than Pacquiao
Was in the party with ya bitch tryna back me down
took her to the crib and she tapped out after a half a round
Bouncing on the dick like she practicing Gangnam style
I had to cut her off that bitch hate me now and lately
She been throwing shade saying I ate her out
Shit I did but that's not important
Rap bully, nigga I just need a beat torment
The team could run it up I ain't gotta keep scoring
I f you niggas need be I be in the booth recording (Saying)
All them lonely nights
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
All them lonely nights
In the studio rapping
Sadness got me dealing with this madness
Drinking lean til' I black out
All them lonely nights
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
All them lonely nights
In the studio rapping
Sadness got me dealing with this madness
Drinking lean til' I black out
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
We back here again, back with the pad and the pen
Back to the wind, Brutus back 2 back with the wins
Racking up sins, hope Go still plan on letting me in
Hook to ya chin, just know ya fucking head finna spin
I'm rambling again. This is where the legend begins
That pill kicking in. Turn up, come down and do it again
I'm fluent with pans, my niggas help me move all the grams
She bringing her friends
3 For me and 2 for my mans
Moving through the streets like a typhoon going
From a top flight goon to a million dollar tycoon
Gotta do it now cause I could die soon
Thunder clouds coming with a light chance of slight doom
And you know da ting go bop- boom!
The street sweeper wet a nigga up I call it mop-broom
Told lil mama Imma need some top soon
Pussy so wet I feel like I been in a monsoon
All them lonely nights
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
All this frustration and hatred got me impatient and angry
No motivation to face it making my placement complacent
My heart been racing and pacing, I think I'm heaven's forsaken
Spend every day getting faded. Be meditating sedated!
Yeah I be acting out, sipping til I'm blacking out
I turned into a titan so they wanna come attack me now
But a nigga keep the hooks tighter than Pacquiao
Was in the party with ya bitch tryna back me down
took her to the crib and she tapped out after a half a round
Bouncing on the dick like she practicing Gangnam style
I had to cut her off that bitch hate me now and lately
She been throwing shade saying I ate her out
Shit I did but that's not important
Rap bully, nigga I just need a beat torment
The team could run it up I ain't gotta keep scoring
I f you niggas need be I be in the booth recording (Saying)
All them lonely nights
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
All them lonely nights
In the studio rapping
Sadness got me dealing with this madness
Drinking lean til' I black out
All them lonely nights
Popping Percocet tryna get right
Kush clouds got a nigga taking flight, sipping lean til' I pass out
All them lonely nights
In the studio rapping
Sadness got me dealing with this madness
Drinking lean til' I black out
Credits
Writer(s): Devante Grover
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