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Sunset (Moonrise)
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Wesley
Wesley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wesley
Wesley
Producer

Lyrics

Sunset, never looked darker Street lights shine for the walkers Ice roads, never gonna stop 'em Night shift, when you wanna clock in? Froze, cloaks show Put a body in a moat Got water in the throat Can't scream, nobody gonna know No money, what it do? Cold, clothes thick, keep heat inside Ain't talking 'bout warmth Heart beats, how you know who's alive Never had shit, so they always want more Hang around rich, can't steal from the poor Move along a street looking for the right door Hotbox trucks outside a drug store Bones ache, been sleeping on a floor Really want a bed, but don't wanna pay for it Really want cred, what I gotta do for it? Really wanna get it? Then you go for it Wound up in a forest Young woman, alone in a house in the woods Laying on the couch, living good Dad works late so she could She a little reckless, she a little dumb She a little careless, never had a mom Wanders the house, leaves blinds open Though she was told not to How you gonna blame her? Late night on a Friday, who's gonna watch you? Never could've guessed She never expected it Even if she did, she's weak Probably would've accepted it Maybe should've had her head in it She would've been dreading it Walking, stalking, lock it (Too late) Stop it, stop it (No) Dead leaves flow, they watch them Figure of a crow sits, just watching Lock it, too late Cock it, in case Fuck it, let's break in Nice place, lights on inside Hope it ain't a tough guy playing with his life Better be a weak bitch, better be his wife Better not play around, grab a fuckin' knife Boys ain't playing no games This is for the bank Getting them crank Getting them dames Get a little money to their names (Yeah) Get a little fame in the street (Yeah) Showing off, they ain't ever weak (Yeah) Put them in a higher up league (Yeah) Living good shouldn't be free (No) Fuck 'em, break a window Climb through, everybody following the move Hear screaming, they startled someone Dope got 'em feeling mean, better run Scouring the house with a gun Funny to them, kinda find it fun Young girl can't breathe, it's a ton On her chest, dail 9-1-1 Boys look hard, they ain't done Find her in her room, sitting duck Phone on the bed, screen up They can see it, now the situation's tough Getting heated, now they gotta fuck her up
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