Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walking After Midnight, artist - Boondox. Album song Krimson Creek, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Walking After Midnight |
I’m fuckin walkin |
I’m fuckin walkin out in the moon light |
After midnight searching for you |
Out After midnight searchin lerkin hurtin howlin |
At the fuckin moon I watch the neighbors closing curtains turning |
Out the porch lights and I don’t even know why |
On a stroll all alony like nobodies gonna die |
I’m just looking for the answers to the questions that im asking |
More lost then when I started darted |
This means that time is passing barely grasping |
To the moment and irrational thoughts |
And this prescription in my pocket got me feeling distraught |
Its just a matter of time I feel my brain is growing vacant |
What the fuck is going on I’m like an old timers patient |
And this situation it seems like deja vu |
I wish I had an explanation and I pray I knew |
How I got to where I’m going what I’m trying to find |
Looking for my sanity but I lost my fuckin mind |
No where to be found I think I need some fuckin help |
Walking after midnight and I’m searching for myself |
I’m fucking walking (fucking walking) |
Out in the moonlight (through the darkness) |
After midnight (hay) |
Searching for you (I'm trying to find you) |
Right foot over left |
Left foot over right |
I let my dog out to piss in the middle of the night |
In my backyard illuminated by the moonlight |
Was a women in the haze and from the back she’s looking tight |
Worry not he don’t bite but why are you in my yard miss |
She waved me on to fallow and then ran into the darkness |
All I had on were slippers still a gave a chase |
Fallowing an angle and I have yet to see her face |
With ease she passes through trees her gown blows in the breeze |
I’m slapping though puddles and scratching up my knees |
Please tell me your name and where the hell where headed |
To the cemetery where the answers are imbedded on her tombstone |
She’s home |
She stopped running |
I finally caught up and was about to ask something |
When she turned around a demon |
A snake for a tongue |
And it bite me food for the dead I’ve become |
I’m fucking walking (fucking walking) |
Out in the moonlight (through the darkness) |
After midnight (hay) |
Searching for you (I'm trying to find you) |
What’s ding-a-linging nothing in my drawer |
Chasing after that dragon but not the hara boy |
Its big and shinny and dripping with blood |
Why’d I do |
Because I said that I could |
Now my only problem I’m looking for that tool |
When I hit him with it all I seen was dripping n drool |
But I put it somewhere |
Where |
We can all guess |
The simple fact is I blacked out and slit her neck |
Back to the problem at hand |
Memories of motherf**ker wit him looking for that murder weapon |
If I had recollection I wouldn’t have to sweat police |
Now my drawers are open sweating trying to find this piece |
I cant miss it if I see it wooden handle shinny edge |
shredding it every angle as if I jump off a league |
Picking through the leaves digging through the dirt |
Hiding every breath I’m talking I’m gonna make this shit work |
I’m fucking walking (fucking walking) |
Out in the moonlight (through the darkness) |
After midnight (hay) |
Searching for you (I'm trying to find you) |