Harlem Nights Lyrics

Look

This life feel differently lonely

Middle fingers to the sky I tell em picture me rolling

These voices in my head not turning down

It's death they wishing it on me

I need someone to wrap my hands around

Cause this winter the coldest oh yea yeaa

I swear this feel just like Harlem Nights

We'll be all alright

We'll be all alright

We'll be all alright yea

I left my feelings in my old skin

Changing up my ways can't post no bitches on my close friends

What's the weather I feel cold winds

Washing all this blood from off my hands

I ain't got no sins

Waiting on this flight to land

I brought a bag with nothing but clothes in

And I'll be back

Get my number change give a fuck bout if they call

I just went and checked my bank I done lost too much shit for to talk

First I seen water on that window pane then it flooded out my house

When what I think start to fuck with my brain I'll write it on the wall

What you'll do for this shit

Is it urgent or it ain't what you'll lose to get rich

When I'm hurting from this pain

I need perkys nicotine I need some juice and my kid

When she asked me bout this chain said "I make music and shit"

It ain't okay to pull on side of me we gone shoot from out this whip

Shooters trailing my Tahoe I'm like Chapo to all of them

Can't wait in public for no food if you can could you call it in

My heart done exhausted me

Could you make it a house again

Oh yeaaa

This life feel differently lonely

Middle fingers to the sky I tell em picture me rolling

These voices in my head not turning down

It's death they wishing it on me

I need someone to wrap my hands around

Cause this winter the coldest oh yea yeaa

I swear this feel just like Harlem Nights

We'll be all alright

We'll be all alright

We'll be all alright yea

I gotta move with my iron in my denim

All them times I remember

We had a problem we'll take a ride to get rid of

I'd sip drank until my eyes'll get little

Then I'd cry me a river

This shit crazy once you died I got bigger

You'd play my music thru your headphones

Then post the lines you was feeling

I'll be there just tell me head home

Right now just try to come get me

Soon after you Bro papa died

I witnessed death way too many

There's a leak in this build

My soul has got to be shifted

Oh yea yeaaa

This life feel differently lonely

Middle fingers to the sky I tell em picture me rolling

These voices in my head not turning down

It's death they wishing it on me

I need someone to wrap my hands around

Cause this winter the coldest oh yea yeaa

I swear this feel just like Harlem Nights

We'll be all alright

We'll be all alright

We'll be all alright

Yeah