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letra de mid nite - bretsil

[verse 1:]
it’s friday, i feel funny bout this summer night
i can sense it in my soul that something just ain’t right
but i ignore it hit my phone for some b-tches, hope i can do em like dishes, then blow one down those my wishes
my cell phone got no buzz i have no clientele
dope man don’t respond, don’t treat his clients well
but that’s alright, i’m gon get mines all the same
sin and s-x on the brain, mama thinks i should change, but i won’t
head down the street to meet my boy because i know he smoke
still feeling like a p-ssenger who sits on charons boat
but i’m just trying to get active, so i help death row
i guess i’m cut throat, but then again i dunno
my mind stop wandering as i approach the house
bretsil open up the door with a j in his mouth
ask him what this party bout, he says it’s moving fast
d-mn i hope that sh-t last

[hook:]
it’s getting close to midnight
i gotta a lot on my mind
i’ve grown tired of trying
i just wanna get loose
it’s getting close to midnight
i gotta a lot on my mind
i’ve grown tired of trying
i just wanna get loose

[verse 2:]
i pick the flow up where i left it off before
we shoot the sh-t and then start heading through the door
i ask him what he smoking on it smell like bd
he said take a puff and see
d-mn i love good company
i made my way to the living room it sound like it’s poppin
tiana hanging with her girls, she had her booty dropping
she saw me as i entered the room
and as the b-ss went boom, i decided to pursue
i walked up on her, grabbed her hips like i was slick and sh-t
she whispered in my ear she wants to give my d-ck a lick
well lickity split we headed up the stairs to get some head, not knowing soon someone would be dead
when we start to get it in
we here a ruckus, man what the f-ck is this? she hadn’t even started sucking
we make our way to where commotion was
a n-gg-s praying to his god while he feels the barrel of a gun
the fear of bullets spraying enters in my head, weighing my option i made my choice and then i fled
right then the dude got filled with led
if he could do one thing i’m sure he’d take back what he said
and now i’m thinking bout what momma said
sin and s-x had me this close to being dead
but instead, i look ahead
and row row row my boat and put the story down in pen
man what time is it?

[bridge:]
don’t think on bad times, think on bad times, think on bad times
focus on good times, you get one life, before you die, lose the stress and get loose

- bretsil

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