Lyrics

Late night cold flights tryna get it right Cold cut sweater tight I mean designer right Sleepless nights in my room tryna get it right Stormy weather it be fucking with my appetite Late night cold flights tryna get it right Cold cut sweater tight I mean designer right Sleepless nights in my room tryna get it right Stormy weather it be fucking with my appetite I can't even sleep at night replacing What ain't meant Ain't right Demons love to creep at night Throwing gems they leave that's right Put me in the booth at night And Ima speak the truth all night Lonely missing you at night My angels speak in codes they tight Wonder how I got this life All this shit ain't over night I'm just here to lead 'em right Revolution mic I flow like Ice When Cube dropped pop on Friday yikes Don't get that line you'll be ight Don't trip off hype The ego is one hell of a drug use it right Then you'll get high that's like one hell of a buzz Phones, Bugs, Celebrity It's all considered a drug Don't let fame get to yo head might get you put in the mud Stomped out on the concrete Now you drippin' in blood Couldn't even yell cuz And that's how you do that Facts Late night cold flights tryna get it right Cold cut sweater tight I mean designer right Sleepless nights in my room tryna get it right Stormy weather it be fuckin' with my appetite Late night cold flights tryna get it right Cold cut sweater tight I mean designer right Sleepless nights in my room tryna get it right Stormy weather It be fuckin' with my appetite
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