Afta Hrs
Party after hours
Dizzle bombs and I'm afraid
That I'll wake up tomorrow
Still the same; It's not okay
Fire 6 fig
But I'm stuck and underpaid
Can't you see I
Take these E's and dot these I's
And grind all day
Business: war no bullets
Frontline is insane
And Shooting from the hip
My battle with nerves
A parade
My demons hit me
And they bang like 808s
Over the top
Because they infiltrate
A fucking mile away
I'm on the Uphill battle
Running out of clips
Cause The war within is
Hating me
Whilst loving on my bitch
(Hey)
I'm in your sights
So won't you go and picture this
I put my pen to the blank canvas
Paint my blood up this bitch
(Hey)
Party after hours
Dizzle bombs and i'm afraid
Fuck the vest that keeps me strapped
They think i'm mentally insane
Trynna focus but the smoke inside
Is keeping me contained
So high up
I beat your boss
Yeah I'm a master of the game
(Yeah)
Late in the night I'm found
Swinging and spinning and sinning
While fighting my way
Through the killings of villains
Who dunno the wave that i'm on
I'm just chilling
But can't find a way to live life
That's fulfilling
Die
Slowly
While you're watching over me
Tryna get my stacks up
Ain't got p's for fucking groceries
Lowest of the low
Fucking up these lessons, hoe
Ain't got no couch to chill on
Cannot even sit and smoke
Trynna navigate the mess inside
I call my brain
I pray to buddha that I
Find my way back home again
Had to get nose to nose
To see eye to eye
Had to drift from hoe to hoe
To see my ride or die
Your guess as good as mine
What goes on in my mind
They think It's ADHD
So the doctors referred mine
Ritalin take like 3
Mix the liquor n combine
(Yeah)
Take my problems to a bottle
(Yeah)
Tried take my life in college
(Yeah)
6 fig kid wid ma knowledge
(Yeah)
Crabs in the bucket gonna fall out
(Yeah)
Party after hours
Dizzle bombs and I'm afraid
That I'll wake up tomorrow
Still the same; It's not okay
Fire 6 fig
But I'm stuck and underpaid
Can't you see I
Take these E's and dot these I's
Party after hours
Dizzle bombs and I'm afraid
That I'll wake up tomorrow
Still the same; It's not okay
And grind all day
Fire 6 fig
But I'm stuck and underpaid
Can't you see I
These E's and dot these I's
And grind all day
And grind all day
Dizzle bombs and I'm afraid
That I'll wake up tomorrow
Still the same; It's not okay
Fire 6 fig
But I'm stuck and underpaid
Can't you see I
Take these E's and dot these I's
And grind all day
Business: war no bullets
Frontline is insane
And Shooting from the hip
My battle with nerves
A parade
My demons hit me
And they bang like 808s
Over the top
Because they infiltrate
A fucking mile away
I'm on the Uphill battle
Running out of clips
Cause The war within is
Hating me
Whilst loving on my bitch
(Hey)
I'm in your sights
So won't you go and picture this
I put my pen to the blank canvas
Paint my blood up this bitch
(Hey)
Party after hours
Dizzle bombs and i'm afraid
Fuck the vest that keeps me strapped
They think i'm mentally insane
Trynna focus but the smoke inside
Is keeping me contained
So high up
I beat your boss
Yeah I'm a master of the game
(Yeah)
Late in the night I'm found
Swinging and spinning and sinning
While fighting my way
Through the killings of villains
Who dunno the wave that i'm on
I'm just chilling
But can't find a way to live life
That's fulfilling
Die
Slowly
While you're watching over me
Tryna get my stacks up
Ain't got p's for fucking groceries
Lowest of the low
Fucking up these lessons, hoe
Ain't got no couch to chill on
Cannot even sit and smoke
Trynna navigate the mess inside
I call my brain
I pray to buddha that I
Find my way back home again
Had to get nose to nose
To see eye to eye
Had to drift from hoe to hoe
To see my ride or die
Your guess as good as mine
What goes on in my mind
They think It's ADHD
So the doctors referred mine
Ritalin take like 3
Mix the liquor n combine
(Yeah)
Take my problems to a bottle
(Yeah)
Tried take my life in college
(Yeah)
6 fig kid wid ma knowledge
(Yeah)
Crabs in the bucket gonna fall out
(Yeah)
Party after hours
Dizzle bombs and I'm afraid
That I'll wake up tomorrow
Still the same; It's not okay
Fire 6 fig
But I'm stuck and underpaid
Can't you see I
Take these E's and dot these I's
Party after hours
Dizzle bombs and I'm afraid
That I'll wake up tomorrow
Still the same; It's not okay
And grind all day
Fire 6 fig
But I'm stuck and underpaid
Can't you see I
These E's and dot these I's
And grind all day
And grind all day
Credits
Writer(s): Lloyd Haines
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