midnight. ft. Denaire Lyrics

Yopp

Middle fingers, four letter swerves

"Go fuck yourself" be her favorite words

Six feet under, came from out the hearse

Think it's bad ? It gets worse

Call the cleric and the nurse

Tell 'em that everything hurts

Lord just take me from this earth

And if You'd be so inclined

To turn this water here to wine

That I might get a little tipsy

And can see the sun at dawn

A lot of my niggas ain't make it through the night, yea

None of my niggas goin down without a fight

Here, it's midnight

The apex of the night

Where predators prowl and plot on your end with kryptonite

Freaky nightmares come to life and play tricks on your optics

It's cyclical, perpetual, and the trials just keep coming

Is this an ending or a new beginning

Remove the Rubi roof, I'm winning

If I don't hit, I lose the inning

B.B.T., can't lose a Penny

Sippin, Tana Talk, now I'm loose with Benny

Straight up, no juice with Henny

The freaks come out at night

Got to drip the outfit right

Intelligence on Alfred-type

Grab a gun, grab a knife

Grabba Leaf, fill it, light

Cause darkness can't exist in light

So why they seem both in sight, ugh

Spinnin in a vortex

On the phone received some more texts

Long faces like a horses

Speak in code like Morse's

Verify the sources

'Fore you proceed with some more shit

Like the rapids, blood is coursin

Through the veins, into the forehead

There's no reprieve after 12 at night

Leave that for the dead and gone

On a different course, right ?

No matter how it tries to swallow me

I'm like hemlock to the system

A force to be reckoned with

Just like the darkness I'm that maniac

Pitch black

Fit black

KitKat if I get snacks

Tictac for the chitchatters

Way to close, get back

Needed space, missed that

Head in space, spliff fat

Moon cakes, big dabs

You're too late, quick maths

To beat me, you'll need the whole STEM

Banana clip, for the loved ones I'll let go of the whole stem

Separate your body from your soul it was hostin

Laugh about it later like "man, them man's hoes, them", ha

Sippin saki

Good with sticks like I trained for hockey

All eyes on me, do not try to Pac me

Similar to Dylan, I am my top five

Got t' be Rocky if they tell me that I'm not Creed

It's the middle of the night, I cannot sleep

Biscotti kick my body like karate 'til it's knotty

I got the Rubi modded, tinted, you can't see inside it

But you know it's me

The Reaper come out at night too

I don't go to sleep