Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midnite Run, artist - Guesswhyld
Date of issue: 29.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Midnite Run |
We on the clock, should’ve start before it stops |
Staying stuck to the basic, my tasteless plot |
Begins when the drums drop |
Tweezed and twats |
X amount of whatnot, my tunes top notch |
I’m gon' get there |
See me here this year but next year I bubble and burst |
Dues get paid first but then it’s off to the second |
Armed with a record and majestic status |
Mic checked it and molested |
Feel me, wrestling |
I was truly destined to be here |
Expect it, next year |
God spare my life and I can live right |
Tickets on Knick night |
Two and half kids and a wife |
Might get my money right |
Sit back and clean the heat up |
Proceed to kick your feet up |
Money on your mind all the time, burn the weed up |
Cause I need that, being broke ain’t no fun |
Gotta move on point to make a midnight runs |
Fantastic weed wizard |
Stretch cream like Lee Richards |
The yang to the ying, invisible thing |
On fire, cold lost it |
Foster new intention and take time |
My word comprehension and rhyme |
Multi dimensional potential |
Pages on the pencil |
Everything was meant to do and nothing accidental |
It’s mostly mental |
My gutter philosophy |
Sloppily and spit back and flat beer of fear |
Acting properly is not me |
till she mad want shot me |
Screw face and watch me |
Conceited and cocky |
«Oh you just seem rotten» |
Why you trying to act hardcore for? |
40 nights and days, rudebwoy act no ways |
Kickback in dance hall, beat juice and blaze |
We all can have a good time, we all can get craze |
But yo let’s not even go B, besides she chose me |
I graze in the pasture of rapture |
A lone black sheep on the creep from the chef’s land |
A master of disaster, unreckoned with |
Smoke tree spliffs consecutive |
We all can live frivolous and festive |
Thoughtfully expressive |
These views expressed |
Is more or less just weed talking on your Walkman |
Another wing gets chalked in the chart |
Tough talk, 'nuff heart |
Hustle forward and flurish in bloody water with sharks |
Sharply dressed in bubble vest and jeans by Guess |
Low budget outfits at the outlet |
You still not bout it |
I’m far from friendly for you have made me cold |
Now I uphold my mission on some man listen |