[Intro: Raphael Saadiq]
Midnight love
Midnight love
Midnight love
Midnight love
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Midnight love
Troubled Glocks gon' be .9
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
Just have it ready for me
Back door little Joe, he's callin' for you
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm makin' things happen fast
Ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
Face lookin' stupid, broke, startin' feelin' dumb
I'm young but I'm a grown man
Takin' thangs into my own hands, I'm tryna own land
But life'll twist ya like a twister, get twisted with this
It seems on but it's off, I keep missin' this shit
I'm high but I try to stay focused, wide-eyed
Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip
It's hard to hang on, but I can't let go
Smokin' on my last breath
Blow out life what's left is death
Now I can go wrong or I can G or make a right
Whatever way that I turn, it's still death after life
And if it don't discourage me, I ain't got nothin' to lose
But some thoughts that probably never turn to money to burn
But I learn 'cause I see, and I earn 'cause I G
But, these problems probably have a nigga gray and deceased
At an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my shit tight, you gotta struggle and fight
It cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
And I'm tryna keep my sanity, God help me please
Midnight love
Midnight love
Midnight love
Midnight love
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Midnight love
Troubled Glocks gon' be .9
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
Just have it ready for me
Back door little Joe, he's callin' for you
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm makin' things happen fast
Ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
Face lookin' stupid, broke, startin' feelin' dumb
I'm young but I'm a grown man
Takin' thangs into my own hands, I'm tryna own land
But life'll twist ya like a twister, get twisted with this
It seems on but it's off, I keep missin' this shit
I'm high but I try to stay focused, wide-eyed
Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip
It's hard to hang on, but I can't let go
Smokin' on my last breath
Blow out life what's left is death
Now I can go wrong or I can G or make a right
Whatever way that I turn, it's still death after life
And if it don't discourage me, I ain't got nothin' to lose
But some thoughts that probably never turn to money to burn
But I learn 'cause I see, and I earn 'cause I G
But, these problems probably have a nigga gray and deceased
At an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my shit tight, you gotta struggle and fight
It cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
And I'm tryna keep my sanity, God help me please
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