Midnight Snackin'
Woah, that shit feels kinda nice
Hmmm, that shit
That shit kinda feels like
Feels like
A classic
Wake up in the middle of the night
Can't close my eyes, so I think I just might
Get the stash, pour some yak, and try to get right
Roll a couple bones, get a midnight high (weeee)
Two or three puffs, perhaps a couple dozen
Fill the room with smoke, 'til things get fuzzy
I start to get the munchies, it's got my tummy grumbling
Open up the fridge, turn on the microwave oven (weeee)
Timer's done pull out the pizza rolls
Nacho cheese on flaming hot cheetos
Gonna fuck up my stomach with jalapeños
It's gonna rip through my ass like a torpedo (sheeesh)
Up all night
So I just might
Get high and cry
Despite how hard I try
Can't close my eyes
So I guess that I'm
In too deep, still can't go to sleep
Smoked up all the hash, it wasn't what I need
Perhaps I'll catch some z's, after a good skeet
Hit up the side piece, smash some coochie
She's just a text away, when I'm trying to score
She says she'll bring her friends, that her car seats four
I'm going in raw, no more rubbers in the drawer
Love soars, of course, more doors, more whores
In and out, upside down, turn around, doggy style
Make it clap, slap that ass, slam that muff, break their backs
Eating that pussy 'till my lips get chapped
Eating that pussy like a midnight snack (sheeesh)
Up all night
So I just might
Get high and cry (weeee)
Despite how hard I try
Can't close my eyes
So I guess that I'm
Feeling like a king, I fucked the queen bee
I entered the hive, I ate the honey
I fucked her three friends, I fucked the whole swarm
I got no chill, 'cause we keep each other warm
Wide awake after ejaculating
Dopamine has got my brain too stimulated
Got me staring at the ceiling
Got me contemplating
Got me thinking 'bout my life
And my whole situation
Fuck bitches, smoke weed, get high, beat my meat
These bitches sexy, the sex is messy
This shit is heavy, my life is empty
Oh no! Oh no!
What did I do?! What did I do?!
I fucked these bitches with no condom on!
If they get pregnant my life is through!
Post nut clarity is one hella of a thing
The sun has come up, stayed up 'till the morning
Close the curtains, 'cause you know the light stings
Alarm bell goes ringy, dingy, ding, ding
I swear to God, that today is the day
That I turn my life around, 'cause there ain't no way
That I waste another year, just smoking that hay
That I waste another year, just 'tryna get laid
Pour my cup, press my buttons
Sober up, it feels like nothing
Keep on flowing, keep on growing
Straight on up, that's where I'm going
Focus on the wealth, and try to get paid
Focus on the grind, yeah it's never too late
Well, here I go
I'm about to steal the show
I got my shit together
God damn, I'm feeling so much better
But, I do still feel a little bit tired
So I think I might lay down and take a nap
It's a vicious cycle, you know what?
I might just start all these goals tomorrow
Yeah, tomorrow sounds nice
Hmmm, that shit
That shit kinda feels like
Feels like
A classic
Wake up in the middle of the night
Can't close my eyes, so I think I just might
Get the stash, pour some yak, and try to get right
Roll a couple bones, get a midnight high (weeee)
Two or three puffs, perhaps a couple dozen
Fill the room with smoke, 'til things get fuzzy
I start to get the munchies, it's got my tummy grumbling
Open up the fridge, turn on the microwave oven (weeee)
Timer's done pull out the pizza rolls
Nacho cheese on flaming hot cheetos
Gonna fuck up my stomach with jalapeños
It's gonna rip through my ass like a torpedo (sheeesh)
Up all night
So I just might
Get high and cry
Despite how hard I try
Can't close my eyes
So I guess that I'm
In too deep, still can't go to sleep
Smoked up all the hash, it wasn't what I need
Perhaps I'll catch some z's, after a good skeet
Hit up the side piece, smash some coochie
She's just a text away, when I'm trying to score
She says she'll bring her friends, that her car seats four
I'm going in raw, no more rubbers in the drawer
Love soars, of course, more doors, more whores
In and out, upside down, turn around, doggy style
Make it clap, slap that ass, slam that muff, break their backs
Eating that pussy 'till my lips get chapped
Eating that pussy like a midnight snack (sheeesh)
Up all night
So I just might
Get high and cry (weeee)
Despite how hard I try
Can't close my eyes
So I guess that I'm
Feeling like a king, I fucked the queen bee
I entered the hive, I ate the honey
I fucked her three friends, I fucked the whole swarm
I got no chill, 'cause we keep each other warm
Wide awake after ejaculating
Dopamine has got my brain too stimulated
Got me staring at the ceiling
Got me contemplating
Got me thinking 'bout my life
And my whole situation
Fuck bitches, smoke weed, get high, beat my meat
These bitches sexy, the sex is messy
This shit is heavy, my life is empty
Oh no! Oh no!
What did I do?! What did I do?!
I fucked these bitches with no condom on!
If they get pregnant my life is through!
Post nut clarity is one hella of a thing
The sun has come up, stayed up 'till the morning
Close the curtains, 'cause you know the light stings
Alarm bell goes ringy, dingy, ding, ding
I swear to God, that today is the day
That I turn my life around, 'cause there ain't no way
That I waste another year, just smoking that hay
That I waste another year, just 'tryna get laid
Pour my cup, press my buttons
Sober up, it feels like nothing
Keep on flowing, keep on growing
Straight on up, that's where I'm going
Focus on the wealth, and try to get paid
Focus on the grind, yeah it's never too late
Well, here I go
I'm about to steal the show
I got my shit together
God damn, I'm feeling so much better
But, I do still feel a little bit tired
So I think I might lay down and take a nap
It's a vicious cycle, you know what?
I might just start all these goals tomorrow
Yeah, tomorrow sounds nice
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Writer(s): Boso Incarnate
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