Late Night Thoughts (Boys In The Foreign) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Late night, with the—
Late night, with the boys in a foreign
Yeah, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Late night, with the boys in a foreign (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pick the hoes up and kick 'em out in the mornin' (Yes, sir)
Uh, even brought a hoe home for my girlfriend (Yes, sir)
She gave us both sloppy top, it was amazin' (Yeah-yeah)
Pray to God, used to conversate with Satan (Uh, oh)
Lost in confusion, I'll show you what a maze is (Oh, oh)
My mind is a palace, don't got the blueprints (Oh, oh)
Told them demons I got a new phone, uh, who is this? (Oh)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm global, yeah, a mogul
Yeah, I'm loco, Perc', no coco
Fans on my nerves ask for photos
In the airport rushin' to a flight, I was latе for
All of this a blessing though, to God I'm thankful
All these drugs got mе feeling like Allah, but I'm not close
I remember a couple winters ago, the day's cold
Doing drive-bys, grrah, grrah, out the window
On my knees, my hands fold
Praying for some sanity, lost soul
Wondering why my head's so gone
Paranoid, so I got to keep a pole
Fall to my knees, hands full
Crying from insanity, lost soul
Will I find some inner peace? I don't know
Until then, I'm numbing my thoughts all wrong