Midnight Lyrics

It's sour cream like what stands on the sweat

Pick through the trash, it's bad breath

You could just look in the eyes of a man

All of this pain got my soul hurting

If you're crying my name you'll be soul searching

I walk with your dead, but it's always burning

When money get money it's a soul purge

My body adapted to strange

Boy, put that in my neck, yeah

I'm high and the passage of planes

I can't be blind, can't, yeah

I took the rain out of your dreams

Out of your doors and then I got leaves

My permits ain't hit me, I'm going in the breeze

I don't think I could wake up from this sleep

I keep taking the air, it gets harder to breathe

Feel like the devil's been calling to me

Wondering why we spend most of our life

Living inside things, just paradise

Oh, what I do

I can't just stand and tell it, life becomes true, yeah

When the bombs drop, tell me what it is you gon' do

You gon' shoot

I don't know about you

But some things just won't seem right, yeah

What made it to midnight

When the bombs drop, tell me what it is you gon' do

You gon' shoot

I don't know about you

But some things just won't seem right, yeah

What made it to midnight

I'm just trying to get right so I go

But it's the only life that I know, yeah

This is the life that we chose

The rushin' just making me cold, yeah

All I do is wait on my shoulders

Feel like I'm carrying poles, yeah

All those things that it would give

If I knew that them people was cold

Rest in peace

All of my life I really had it all

Sheesh, don't put me in the caveat

I just gave the game, right my everything

And all I ever gave you was a bad start

A sense of depression, her habits fall

Why you put some expression in a habit zone

You can't even see the mastercard

She's too busy calling for vernacular

Now wouldn't it be spectacular

Think while you're blood sucking Dracula

Surely be lying like all of the times

She ever took a chance to be miraculous

See the signs, no match

Watch the days go by on the calendar

Oh my, four or five

We keep on roughing on this little scalpel

Better get out of darts like a challenger

You should've blessed when you in it

Boy, pump your broskies and gallopers

All the hunters and gatherers

I see the clock is fatiguing

I watched hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds

Glamour, but watching the sky fall

I truly don't accept it

When the bombs drop, tell me what it is you gon' do

You gon' shoot, I don't know about you

But some things just won't sit right in

What made it to midnight

When the bombs drop, tell me what it is you gon' do

You gon' shoot, I don't know about you

But some things just won't sit right in

What made it to midnight

What made it to midnight