Soul - Late Nite Lyrics

I'm just late night thinking
Early morning drinking
Riding around wit my homie through the city
Puffing on that loud an we ain't turning nothing down
My nigga feeling stressed
He like to drink I like to smoke
So we whipping doing both
Give no f*cks if the cops approach
Cuz we kept the straps at home
We ain't worried about a punk trynna flex
He can eat these knuckles stomp him out after his knees buckle it ain't no
Trouble use to push weight on the strip always doing a double shift
Skipped school to spit sell my shit get stoned and sip Brew
Alone wolf never ran wit a crew only a chosen few
But I did my shit on the low cuz it's not yo pbusiness just my Own call it selfish I just say I'm cautious
Specially when I'm plotting

U can catch me late night thinking early morning drinking gunja smoking Backwood rolling high as f*ck I ain't Gonna lie we driving drunk through this city behind this intoxicated
Vision it looks quit amazing
I'm just sick of waiting ain't looking for no hand out ain't begging for nuthing I made my own route my own lane Da hole clan
In our own altitude n we pilots of this plane going higher every day

I'm just Late night thinking
Early morning drinking
Marijuana toking
Trynna get my perception in focus
So I'm smoking on this poten
Try a get this mission in motion
The captain of this ship so I'm trynna keep this shit floating
That's why I'm always constantly over dosing off this music my mind I feel like Ima loose it
This depression really got me sinking the light at the end of
Be shrinking a lil to fast
So I'm just late nights thinking early morning drinking

Tell these bottles empty kush I need plenty
Rollen up sorrows might not see 2moro
Made attempts on my own soul n theses demons won't go
I can't shake em
Waken up n a cold sweat Constantly
Don't pray no more
Cuz I know god ain't fond me
Through this darkness no light be sparken so I keep a bic in my pocket
That fire fo dat Jane to guide me through this lane
My high beams don't work
My mind state on merk
Don't get yourself hurt
These Gide lines I learnt
On da come up from the dirt
Hit ground level 2 gun L real sound how u feel now
Pour dat lean our da henny now
Get me in the clouds
U can catch me late night thinking early morning drinking gunja smoking Backwood rolling high as f*ck I ain't Gonna lie we driving drunk through this city behind this intoxicated
Vision it looks quit amazing
I'm just late night thinking early morning drinking