Lyrics Midnite Run - Guesswhyld, Mike Zoot, Tek

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