Middle Of The Night

de Lone Tusker

I'ma fell like I could fly
Saw they jaws, drop, they never actually tried
What's happening tonight?
And then what's in your afterlife?
Girl, stay Afterlife
If it's not pursued, then it's passing by
Shit passed by, made me half the time
I remember the days I was asking myself
For his health, should he actually try?
And for his love, would he actually die? Nah
Don't check me, just check my smile
She don't really need you, just check all the files
Just check the files

Always speechless, lit dots fly through and disappear
Then tears dry after the time
She was acting like she's mine
She was actually fine, um, half thought fine
In a matter of life, you can read it in the lines
Mama, I could be eighth
If I wanna, but I don't wanna
'Cause I'm tired of all the hunger, tired of all the muscle
Tired of all the one ups, tired of all the motherfuckers
That beat hit breaks, tired of all the breaks
Time is what you make
I can shake a bake, she can bake a cake
I can make
Motherfucker, that's Finch Flake

Mama, I fell like I could fly
Saw they jaws, drop, they never actually tried
What's happening tonight?
And then what's in your afterlife?
Girl, stay Afterlife