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Wasteland - Nite
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Wasteland Nite

Wasteland - Nite
[Chorus: Niteboi]
If we not on the way to the bank then, what are we chasin’?
When I get all of my chains in, don’t leave me hangin’
Around the corner they acting fugazi, blast em’ and send em’ to space (Yeah)
Need my own space, damn
Trapped in wasteland (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Niteboi]
On my hands, I got all this high pressure
Contemplating how to make it, can’t end up on a stretcher
The way livin’ drainin’, gotta make it better, yeah
Countin’ for the weather, stars alignin’ for the treasure, yeah (Icy, Icy)
Icy on the wrist (Wrist!)
She tiny and thick (Wow)
Tommy hip, ain’t no time for lip (Nah)
This that quickdraw, I ain’t do no wrong
I been pickin’ steals, credited, chosen all along
I’m the reaper from the barren land, hood up on my cloak
In my fingers got a blunt, smoke like a dragon out my nose
But you know the plan, all is well, mercy on my soul
Had me by the throat
Grip-grippin’ on the goat (Goat)

[Bridge: Niteboi]
When it’s goin’ down, you gon’ see me up too
This the reaper’s town, greet me with a cup
When it’s goin’ down, this the East side
We ride, East we be up too
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