Midnight Conversations

Don't talk to me at midnight
It gets dark here at midnight
Don't talk to me at midnight
It gets dark here at midnight
Don't talk to me at midnight
The clock finna strike midnight
Don't talk to me at midnight
Don't talk

And I don't mean to be depressing
Let me get this off my chest and
I don't know if its just me but life is hard
Getting lost here in the music
You just hear a couple bars
I play the same song back
And all the sudden hear my heart
Man I wonder why my grandfather died
And how come I just never cried
Am I way to disconnected for the physical expressions
But when Kobe never landed lost my mind
Man I wonder why my father acting different
And he never see the difference
I know theres times that you be blind when you be sinning
Running from emotions every fucking track I feel the distance
Know that if I wrote it down,
Then I know I really meant it
How come I just never talk about
How much I miss my mother
Know its all in Gods hands but theres times a nigga suffer
How the fuck you think I'm holy when my mind be in the gutter
Yea I know its something wrong when I don't want you try to comfort
Think I'm only rapping fast because I'm trynna brush it over
Drop the song and then I wonder wheres my closure
Keep having dreams where I'm cussing out Oprah
How you got billions and did nothing for the culture?
Yea that was deflection
But I figured that I had to send a message
Every second with my family feeling like I'm so congested
If I sugar coat it
Y'all gon go so diabetic
Yea I know I need some help
Wheres the doc, wheres the medic
Thought I told you
You shouldn't stay another fucking second
Talk to a nigga

Don't talk to me at midnight
Get dark here at midnight
Don't talk

And you ain't think that I was finished
Theres a couple things I'm missing
When I'm talking bout the matters of my heart
How come everyone I love packs up and moves far
How come they just couldn't do what I want em to from start
Why is Kobe fuckin dead?
I said it once, ill say again
Hard believing that all of this was really all in gods hands
Got me questioning my future
While y'all niggas playing future
Is it even worth it if I try to drop this shit
Got me questioning my skills
Got me madder than a bitch
Why my baby think a nigga finna cheat when I get rich
Why she ask me not to cheat and Im getting hesitant
How I open up my heart and it Satan got a residence
See I'm trynna be good, where my trees evidence
Where the fuck my fruit at? Im kinda worried they ain't coming in
Scroll down, coveting
Midnight strikes and I'm just praying for the sun again
Confidence is stuttering
Talk, Talk, Talk