Nights

Album: Blonde (2016)
Charted: 98
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  • 'Round your city, 'round the clock
    Everybody needs you
    No, you can't make everybody equal
    Although you got beaucoup family
    You don't even got nobody bein' honest with you
    Breathe 'til I evaporated
    My whole body see through
    Transportation, handmade
    And I know it better than most people
    I don't trust 'em anyways
    You can't break the law with them
    Get some gushy, have a calm night
    Shooters killin' left and right
    Workin' through your worst night
    If I get my money right
    You know I won't need you
    And I tell you (bitch)
    I hope the sack is full up
    I'm fuckin', no, I'm fucked up
    Spend it when I get that
    I ain't tryna keep you
    Can't keep up a conversation
    Can't nobody reach you
    Why your eyes well up?
    Did you call me from a seance?
    You are from my past life
    Hope you're doin' well, bruh
    I been out here head first
    Always like the head first
    Signal comin' in and out
    Hope you're doin' well, bruh
    Everybody needs you
    Everybody needs you
    Ooh, nani nani
    This feel like a Quaalude
    No sleep in my body
    Ain't no bitch in my body, ah

    New beginnings, ah
    New beginnings, wake up akh
    The sun's goin' down
    Time to start your day, bruh
    Can't keep bein' laid off
    Know you need the money if you gon' survive
    Every night shit, every day shit

    Droppin' baby off at home before my night shift
    You know I can't hear none of that spend the night shit
    That kumbaya shit
    Wanna see nirvana, but don't wanna die yet
    Wanna feel that na na though, could you come by?
    Fuck with me after my shift
    Know them boys wanna see me broke down and shit
    Bummed out and shit, stressed out and shit
    That's every day shit
    Shut the fuck up, I don't want your conversation
    Rollin' marijuana, that's a cheap vacation
    My every day shit, every night shit, my every day shit
    (Every night shit, night shit, night shit, night shit)

    All my night, been ready for you all my night
    Been waitin' on you all my night
    I'll buzz you in, just let me know when you outside
    All my night, you been missin' all my night
    Still got some good nights memorized
    And the look back's gettin' me right

    Every night fucks every day up
    Every day patches the night up
    On God, you should match it, it's that KO
    No white lighters 'til I fuck my 28th up
    1998, my family had that Acura
    Oh, the Legend
    Kept at least six discs in the changer
    Back when Boswell and Percy had it active
    Couple bishops in the city buildin' mansions
    All the reverends
    Preachin' self made millionaire status
    When we could only eat at Shoney's on occasion
    After 'Trina hit I had to transfer campus
    Your apartment out in Houston's where I waited
    Stayin' with you when I didn't have a address
    Fuckin' on you when I didn't own a mattress
    Workin' on a way to make it outta Texas, every night

    Droppin' baby off at home before my night shift, yeah
    You know I can't hear none of that spend the night shit, kumbaya shit
    Wanna see nirvana, but don't wanna die yet
    Wanna feel that na na though, could you come by?
    Fuck with me after my shift
    You know them boys wanna see me broke down
    See me bummed out, stressed out
    That's just everyday shit
    Shut the fuck up, I don't want your conversation
    Rollin' marijuana, that's a cheap vacation
    My every day shit, my every day shit
    Every night shit, my every day shit
    Every day shit, my every day shit
    My every day shit, every night shit Writer/s: Buddy Ross, Charles Christopher Breaux, Joseph Thornally, Michael Uzowuru
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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