Nyte Owl

Woke up I tripped over my Jordan's
I'm so high I feel important
Peep my phone she texts good morning
Scroll through her gram that bitch is gorgeous
My moneys debt that shits enormous
Job fired me I crashed the forklift
Days go by I feel so much torment
Won't let it get to me but it torchers

In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like she wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like she wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like I wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
Why the fuck she wanted me to die

Need someone I can keep score with
Fake people that shits not important
All this drama I don't absorb it
If u don't fuck with me get off my tour bus
All these bitches know that I'm a workhorse
Filthy on the mic that's why I torch them
Drugs got me talking in sorcery
Consistent everyday until good fortunate
Cause

In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like she wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like she wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like I wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
Why the fuck she wanted me to die

In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like she wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like she wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime I feel like I wanna come alive
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
Why the fuck she wanted me to die



Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Saltzman
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