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letra de all night - fashion jackson

[verse 1: pyramind]
it’s alright, i’m aiming at the sky
i’m looking for a starship to sail me through the night
so girl won’t you be my-my-my baby
you know it’s driving my-my-my mind crazy
i’m looking for that same song, play me on the deck
you can save the marvins, i’ll trade you c-ssettes
why i’m tryna front like i know about an 8-track
i could write a song for you girl, would you take that?
i swear to be myself and tell you nothing but the truth
the problems that i got we’ll share them between me and you
hey, what you see is what you get and imma see it through
i’ll drill a hole to bring the light in and just to see it’s you
you-you-you got me in a daze
got me smoking on the purple, no haze
got me drinking on the bottle, no chase
i think i’m sinking into bed but it’s okay

[chorus: eddy]
pushing my problems aside
baby, won’t you tell me it’s alright
’cause you know that i’ve been up all d-mn night
telling myself it’ll be fine
pushing my problems aside
baby, won’t you tell me it’s alright
’cause you know that i’ve been up all d-mn night
telling myself it’ll be fine

[verse 2: doctor savvy]
i got a dirty little secret, but it’s locked away
and in a box is where i keep it ’cause it’s not the day
i caught a wave with no ruffles and i knew this girl was trouble
but attraction is attraction it happens in lots of ways
i can’t deny thinking about how i spend my time
what’s a penny to a dime?
what really gets on the line?
in the gist of things, i’m too low i need to get some wings
and even if i asked scooby this still would be a mystery
push everything to the side, yeah, i procrastinate
i’m feeling myself without the m-st-rbate
and you can be wilson like this is castaway, and we can be together, oh, forever in the astral plane
let it be known, if love is a weapon, then this is lethal
stuck in this position, yeah i’m fetal
i’m seeing you different through the peephole

[verse 3: eddy]
okay, i don’t what to say or how to go about it
there’s a monster in my closet and he’s breathing loudly through his dirty mouth
he smells like pestilence
he’s wrestling with thoughts of
“do i eat him up? the birds can have the rest of him”
he came for blood and guts, but now he feels like throwing up the early lunch he had when i woke up still drunk at 5 to 1
i like to have my fun, i never leave him hungry
he eats, and eats, and eats, and eats while i spend all my money
it’s a trip

- fashion jackson

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