We used to smoke out on our porch, we knew our parents were killers
I'm a suburban nigga that would hang with some killers
Used to let my parents act, sometimes I still do
I know my mama wouldn't like that, let me tell you
I'm rolling weed and he's the pain and pressure of this life
I gotta live without you
And in this song I let them know just how I feel about you
We go to parties cause we want DJs to spend our music
And if we don't we pull some hoses so the night ain't useless
We make the best of every situation, we've been down with the illustration
Yeah, I'm high as blood
It got me think, it got me think, it got me think, it got me think
Why do feet smell, why do noses run
It's feeling crowded up in here and I'm the only one
Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways
And while I'm up until the morning sun, yes, the morning sun
Why the fuck am I always up until the morning sun, yes, the morning sun
Bitch leave, cause there's the morning sun
I switched the pattern cause these people copy
Let's be for real, I'm coming up like I was in the lobby
Me and money go together, sushi and wasabi
You only talk about this shit, we call you tabby smile
And I would smash your girl and put that whole on bearish
And I would smash your girl and put that whole on Craigslist
She look fine enough to get paid, I know that's modern day slavery
She agreed to do it once, she see how much they pay for it
I haul a rest and piece the pimp, see it, then I tip my cup up
I never tried to sleep before, my nigga pull me up
Don't slow me up, I take a sip and then I take a go
What the fuck, this shit is gross and it's some bogus stuff
I'm looking at my cup like I don't see what they see in you
I give it 30 minutes and I was leanin' to
What the fuck, I'm up until the morning sun
Morning sun, morning sun
It kept me up until the morning sun
It's an old sun, morning sun
How the fuck am I wings up until the morning sun
Morning sun, morning sun
You gotta leave cause there's the morning sun
This shit that I be thinkin' bout
When I'm up very late at night
Hold me down, hold me down
And pray for me when I take them flights
This shit that I think about
When I'm up very late at night
Hold me down, baby, hold me down
Take them flights, yeah
All nighter
Tresley, shout out Mr. Hankyman
Call it for our music
My angel
All angel
Your angel
All angel
