Midnight Sunshine lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
Ayy, I'm in the booth, say somethin'
(Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Kerosene the block on fire, creatine, my money growin'
Ketamine, they feining for it
[?] tappin' wires, I'm getting higher than Messiah, why they creepin' on me
Don't be speakin' for me, speakin' on me
'fore I blow this b*tch just like the speaker broken
I got way too much drip, out the faucet, leakin' on me
He spoke on two or three, now everything he got, I need it off him
Dyin' 'bout my brother namе, b*tch, I'm dyin' 'bout respect
Bettеr not ever speak on Tec, Kel Tec hit right at yo' neck
You get stretched, calisthenics
Told her this ain't finna work, like that ho got bad credit
We had 20 sticks like Newports up in the master bedroom
We had 20 b*tches, new whores, they in here tryna get twisted
So I stay T'd
Ain't no J's up on my feet but I'm with 2 and 3 until I can't breathe
I got
Hold on

[Chorus: 1900Rugrat & Soul Children]
Cause the streets got the
Got the best of me
Midnight sunshine, shine on
[Verse 2]
Flash on the
Flash on the Glock glarin', stop starin, you might go blind
It's go time, bust a eight and pour 'bout four lines
I don't need no cosign, boy they know I go hard
I got paper postcards, they sit back with no cars
12 on my ass like my pants was [?]
They knew I would go far
I was baggin' up grams, now my bag Goyard
What you got that face for, this b*tch blow like Claymore
Megaman, we got mega fans, shout out Taymore
They pour green like Android, must be from the play store
You gotta sleep where you done made your bed, you must hate yours
I ain't trying to be sacrificial, but I'll build you up and break you down just like [?]
sh*t get hot like some kettles, got blocked for some weeks
Can't f*ck no hoe insecure, got to be on top the sheets
The lights on
Nah I ain't no plumber b*tch, but I walk around with my pipe on
Damn, hold on, yuh

[Chorus: 1900Rugrat & Soul Children]
The night long
Got the best of me
Now I look up and I see that
Midnight sunshine, shine on (Yeah)
Yeah, what he say (Yuh)
[Verse 3]
Hold on, yuh
Huh huh huh huh huh, I ain't done yet
Pour the red in a pineapple Fanta, look like sunset
Why they di*k riding? I ain't got no son yet
b*tch don't let me run your auntie's hand up her sundress
I got this lead on me, make you change the subject
We've been putting belt to ass, We've been putting belt to back
.556 and 392 b*tch we got gas up in the Scat
Put the whole L on my back, like it was leg day
I got tired of Quagen, get some Tec this b*tch get red today
Trying to see what them meds say, sometimes they be talking to me
Last time I truly smiled was when my niece was walking to me
I'm getting this baby gone just like a dead beat father would've
I like my b*tches chocolate, love to put them on vanilla
$2000 for the sweater, I really wear it hardly
She say I'm as*h*le, I tell her "Okay shawty"
And she still bust it open for me, It must be the 'subi jeans
Feel like Soulja Boy, I need a b*tch with a little booty meat
ARP's and XD's, never hit the shooting range
.762's go right right through your man, these b*tches do your man
I be with the slimes like I was Medusa man
Damn, huh