Night Shift

Like a thief in the night, I stay up late

Boogieman working hours are beyond great

Neon shakes, my thoughts race

The milk-ky ways, my work-space

Black ink on a black skin, hand-writing

Hand-gliding, (?) type white shit (light it) (calmly)

This song you'll worry (sorry)

That's a whole 'nother story

Back to the drawing board

What's really going on?

Should I write about life?

The shit that I'm on

Makes sound (?) by the candlelight

Ignite my flava, passion towards mics

No hype, only red "record"-light

We come nice with dope verses, we dumb tight

Son nice, done hung nights on a (?) line

(Summertime) Cross my mind, that's fine

R:

I'm past bedtime (bedtime)

Way past bedtime story (story)

Respect my ('Spect my)

Late night blazed-up story