Noir (feat. De Marcus)
The lights go out at midnight, she stayed the night
Her friends were all right, but she was fine
Lace dress, her boots tight, her eyes were mine
Voice just like honey, I took a bite
10 PM, she talking about poverty
Thoughts about my wallet wonders if she hit the lottery
Wants to take a trip, she tells me do I know the odyssey
It's odd to see, this trickery that's brought to me, and honestly
I like the game she's playing, or a part of me, it's hard to see
When liquors in your lane, it can get partisan
We bicker quicker, here's the kicker nigga, I'm an artisan
So we take a sip and then we dip and then it's on again, ha
Smooth talking, backtracking, words are moonwalking
Crews gawking, now she's lost in the labyrinth
Tired of the runaround, the minutes are elastic, and
Stretching hours till her powder rubbing on his blackened skin
I hate to say it, the game is rigged we play it
Struggle till the days that my kids can say we made it
Numbing all the pain with the liquor, shame is the kicker
The Lord sees the debts that I'm repaying, so
Through her eyes I see divine, spirits in the sky
See it to believe it but I'm living in a lie
Peace to all my niggas, put two fingers in the sky
The lights go out and so does she, I never wondered why
The lights go out at midnight, she stayed the night
Her friends were all right, but she was fine
Lace dress, her boots tight, her eyes were mine
Voice just like honey, I took a bite
The lights go out at midnight, she stayed the night
Her friends were all right, but she was fine
Lace dress, her boots tight, her eyes were mine
Voice just like honey, I took a bite
So we take a seat
Time flies by for a minute
I'm feeling kinda faded
Swear the liquors really hitting
Her eyes next to mine
A light in the sea
She leans in closer
At last I am free
Her friends were all right, but she was fine
Lace dress, her boots tight, her eyes were mine
Voice just like honey, I took a bite
10 PM, she talking about poverty
Thoughts about my wallet wonders if she hit the lottery
Wants to take a trip, she tells me do I know the odyssey
It's odd to see, this trickery that's brought to me, and honestly
I like the game she's playing, or a part of me, it's hard to see
When liquors in your lane, it can get partisan
We bicker quicker, here's the kicker nigga, I'm an artisan
So we take a sip and then we dip and then it's on again, ha
Smooth talking, backtracking, words are moonwalking
Crews gawking, now she's lost in the labyrinth
Tired of the runaround, the minutes are elastic, and
Stretching hours till her powder rubbing on his blackened skin
I hate to say it, the game is rigged we play it
Struggle till the days that my kids can say we made it
Numbing all the pain with the liquor, shame is the kicker
The Lord sees the debts that I'm repaying, so
Through her eyes I see divine, spirits in the sky
See it to believe it but I'm living in a lie
Peace to all my niggas, put two fingers in the sky
The lights go out and so does she, I never wondered why
The lights go out at midnight, she stayed the night
Her friends were all right, but she was fine
Lace dress, her boots tight, her eyes were mine
Voice just like honey, I took a bite
The lights go out at midnight, she stayed the night
Her friends were all right, but she was fine
Lace dress, her boots tight, her eyes were mine
Voice just like honey, I took a bite
So we take a seat
Time flies by for a minute
I'm feeling kinda faded
Swear the liquors really hitting
Her eyes next to mine
A light in the sea
She leans in closer
At last I am free
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Abinader
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