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Midnight love, midnight love, love, midnight love, ohhhhh
love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave your door open
midnight love
heaven's ready for me
midnight love
little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for never seems to come along
lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but a twist ya a twister
get twisted with this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my breath
blow out life whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
way that I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that never turn the to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I cuz I G
but these problems probably niggaz to see
at an age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish ya struggle and fight
it an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to the niggaz buzzed
of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's lookin for the music from the night before
trouble 1, he low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin cars and bitches on a proper amount
a million chillin
robbin banks for muthaz son
life and darkness
we all get it started, cold hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the control shit
every I be loaded, as a kite
besides the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
love
I put my life on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just be me
midnight love.
love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave your door open
midnight love
heaven's ready for me
midnight love
little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for never seems to come along
lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but a twist ya a twister
get twisted with this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my breath
blow out life whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
way that I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that never turn the to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I cuz I G
but these problems probably niggaz to see
at an age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish ya struggle and fight
it an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to the niggaz buzzed
of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's lookin for the music from the night before
trouble 1, he low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin cars and bitches on a proper amount
a million chillin
robbin banks for muthaz son
life and darkness
we all get it started, cold hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the control shit
every I be loaded, as a kite
besides the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
love
I put my life on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just be me
midnight love.
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