LATE NYTE Lyrics

Im up late

Let me straighten my posture

If I turn the wrong way

Ima need me a doctor

Im in la where the vultures lay

In the nest with they problems

But thats too deep to explain

Honestly Ill change the topic

Homestly I aint the brag type

I aint quick to get mad type

But we can get this cracking

Like crack pipes

I can see the true colors

Hiding under that black light

Shine sparkle

Fade away

Deep in that black night

My fingers on the green like brinks trucks

I send her blue texts

I let her know we can link up

Santa ynez to santa monica

Writing hits cause

What else im supposed to do

When I be rhyming like hiccups

Spit with my chin up

Smile liked my dentist

Done sponsored me for an ad on pinterest

Pearly white teeth smiling

I smile cause im independently

Shitting on your top ten tier list

No offense and none given

But I write like this

Thats the only way that im living

By no means am I perfect

But still pretty with blemishes

Asked me what Im smoking

Im rolling up my medicine

Wedding cake to the face

Or caked up off adrenaline

Steadily heavily

Peddling through this kerosene

I let the fire go

The booth turn to hell

But my words allergic to perishing

And any verse sitting next to mine

Is embarrassing