Lyrics Night Time Kill - Madchild

Night Time Kill

All these girls telling me I was Sexy
Paid no attention, now nobody text me
I just wanna have some fun, it’s too risky
Blood runs red when I drink black Whiskey
It’s clear I’m Still here not a weary survivor
These kids are cubs, I’m a Siberian Tiger
Walk through the Jungle.
Talk Like I rumble
Now that I got the ball again, I’m not gonna fumble
You can hear my words clear, I don’t mumble
Juggernaut, I stomp and the concrete crumbles
Buggin' out at night at about 4:50.
Wanna go to sleep
But my brain won’t let me.
It’s stressing
Literally my literature obliterates and everything I spit is
Hot as shit.
It can incinerate.
Get dramatic, sick and scattered
Memories are haunting me.
I spit sporadic sentences
Significant in quantities.
It’s comical.
I’m so astronomical
This rocket should have blasted off a long time ago
I’m just trying to get as big as Tech N9ne and Hopsin
So every night I pray to God «Let that be my option»
All these girls telling me I was Sexy
Paid no attention, now nobody text me
I just wanna have some fun, it’s too risky
Blood runs red when I drink black Whiskey
Invite a bitch to the crib that’s a no name
Get some Drinks, Valium and some Cocaine
I already gave my word
Got a second chance You don’t get a third
I got this pain in my stomach that is amplified
Realized that it’s loneliness amplified
Pushed everybody out of my life to start rapping
But I forgot to let at least one girl back in
Now the doors locked closed, it won’t open.
The joke is
I got what I wanted pure focus
I don’t have the time I am too self-centered
And I ain’t trying to get fucking caught on ten.
Wait
Old flame flickerin' in a new flame blazing
Hint, half Asian and half Caucasian.
Hope it’s amazing
But Watch for the danger
Trick from The Devil or did God sent an Angel?
All these girls telling me I was Sexy
Paid no attention, now nobody text me
I just wanna have some fun, it’s too risky
Blood runs red when I drink black Whiskey
Invite a bitch to the crib that’s a no name
Get some Drinks, Xanax and some Cocaine
But I already gave my word
Got a second chance You don’t get no third
My Exterior’s a Monster