MIDNIGHT Xavier Weeks
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[Intro]
Human feelings expressed by a human
Oh no, no
[Chorus]
She make a wish at midnight, "I hope we all see rich life'
Red, blue, I see them bright lights
[?], I move to seaside
Life fast, I cannot rewind, hometown, I had to leave mine
She buying [?], they livin' through the headlights
I'm stressing out, hoping everybody straight
I'm trying to clean up all the messes that I made
They could've made it out, they never used their brain
I'm with my lil' bitch, she go crazy use hеr brain
[Verse]
I'm smoking cubans with the Cubans, bitch, I'm rocking Cuban links
And we're all human, but I geek up, gеt high, I just leave this place
And I don't know your name, but I'll never forget get your face
I'm at the club, with these pretty faces, I feel out of place
Got rich I stayed in Seattle, she made the 808s rattle
Got rich, I'm still facing battles, new life, we flippin' the channel
I found [?] in Atlanta, she pourin' a 4 in her Fanta
They all acting like cancers, I stayed away from bandanas
My bro from Westham, where they clutching them hammers
I stopped her right there when she said she a dancer
Human feelings expressed by a human
Oh no, no
[Chorus]
She make a wish at midnight, "I hope we all see rich life'
Red, blue, I see them bright lights
[?], I move to seaside
Life fast, I cannot rewind, hometown, I had to leave mine
She buying [?], they livin' through the headlights
I'm stressing out, hoping everybody straight
I'm trying to clean up all the messes that I made
They could've made it out, they never used their brain
I'm with my lil' bitch, she go crazy use hеr brain
[Verse]
I'm smoking cubans with the Cubans, bitch, I'm rocking Cuban links
And we're all human, but I geek up, gеt high, I just leave this place
And I don't know your name, but I'll never forget get your face
I'm at the club, with these pretty faces, I feel out of place
Got rich I stayed in Seattle, she made the 808s rattle
Got rich, I'm still facing battles, new life, we flippin' the channel
I found [?] in Atlanta, she pourin' a 4 in her Fanta
They all acting like cancers, I stayed away from bandanas
My bro from Westham, where they clutching them hammers
I stopped her right there when she said she a dancer
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