Midnight Somewhere Lyrics

The curtains closed, no more drama shows over folks

They fixing to go home, I thought we came to go for broke

I'm in the hustle losing track of all the slowest pokes

No one that I saw before is where I'm at I'm on a roll potent as the cones I rolled moments ago when blowing O's

Low and behold a new me's coming and truth be told

My second coming is twice as ruthless as dudes we've known

Who these "goats" it's mostly baaaad in these studios

They out of prime like the new D Rose

I'm hopefully not stooping low to rhyme but in my mind my life is movie gold

Am I a villain or a hero? Who we rooting for?

I dream of zeroes and sick apparel from Bloomingdale's

Too many girls I put work into want me screwed and drilled

Ain't tying knots got a lot of opps moving smooth and skilled

Hold 'em still my body built like a coupe Deville

Maybe made of steel but still feeling to hurt to heal

Who's for real man gotdam who's for real?

Is the beauty clear? A real flower or a boutonniere?

Been too in fear in my interactions with newish peers

Who's in here fucking up the vibe? Cut 'em loose with shears

two-some years wasted

Dedicate myself to using tears all to my advantage

Be outstanding like volunteers

Fake smiles in my face though it's not veneers

If y'all not workin on yourselves you chose the wrong careers

I'll tell you how it feels to be showing face in these hidden hills

When I've killed it in my field enough to buddy up with the NFL, and NBA players

Finally see when I'm living well

How these cell phones become foes to a celebs home

The rich and wealthy fell into a living hell, a hell hole

Get inside a mansion expansions demand you dwell alone or let go

Make you miss them days back on the metro

Shorty's in your circle hardly stepped around a ghetto only heard 'bout it in headphones

Girls from Montebello claiming LA native baby the way you getting down we been known

All your credentials, end ur message with XO's

Letters setting the tempo

It's sexual, it's sensual, but just know

Half the whips they (bleep) you in is rentals

Better calm down shorty they'll show you benzo's

Keep them rappers in the friend zone lady and get goin'

They fucking up they're paper cause they lazy with they pencils

I'm hotter than menthols

Nympho's leave my cribbo legs shaking like she drank some gallons of espresso

Mixed it with some redbull

You've been thinking wishful if u really really thought that you could ever fuck with big bro

I been grown

Please don't make me explode

Wouldn't wanna hurt the ones around me that's my kinfolk

Where y'all set the bar it'd be too hard for me to limbo

And my career is still in its fucking intro

Fucking with me's an insult

But if you not fucking with me then you buggin' fr

You bugging' anyway