Midnight Excursions

Headin to a hoes house, feels bout twelve now,

Sayin that her parents out, And that her pants are down,

But she lives too far from town, textin me pics of the gown

Tellin me ima king hinting to come get her crown,

Warning me of the neighbors, cuz its Friday and they still in town

Sayin that she loves me now, but to me she just a noun

I just wanna be in and out, bout a 30 minute pound

Headin home without a frown, blowin 50 blunts of loud,

Emitting trippy dome hitting environment polluting milky bong ripping

Heart stopping head throbbing chest popping rips,

Making God regret giving us his magic herbal shit,

Cuz im blowin clouds, breakin vows, just to smile

Puttin my life in a shroud, or was I just really wowed.

Wakin up, it's tomorrow now,

Got a message labeled plowed,

So I screamed aloud, like a thundercloud, did a roundabout,

Went to the couch slouched on the arm for bout an hour,

 

(HOOK)

It's twelve at night,

Dope lit like a candle light

Pussy poppin pearls red a white

There's no time to recite

She got the candle lit, screaming that im popping it

And the dog is barkin so I fed it with no water

Just to clog his shit,

Its a true story, with a touch of irony with it.

Told her sorry bitch, that mutt was beggin' for it.

I mean he scared me, you know, I pulled from my whit,

Damn........ Im a motha fuckin' hypocrite.

 

Thinkin of my crimes, when I got a text, sayin heyo.

So I shut her shit down, and said her coochie smelt like mayo

Then she asked me why im mad and complainin'

I said cuz you tryin to get me like your campaigning

She replied Jeremy, Why the fuck you hatin, don't you love my devotion

I said no cuz you a noun bitch, just added to my paper of promotion

But Ill be at her house by four if she wants me up the urinary.

 

She said I don't know J, that's how I knew she was talkin

Cuz she never used my name like that in or out of context,

She said your peter poppin, but im gunna have to stop it

Cuz I think your on a conquest, just to say you completely conquered

I replied no bitch, its just common logic,

My ramrod remains straighter than divine Christian topic,

Like testamental sayings.

Im biblically labeled a prophet, and that honor was inherited.

Message sent straight from God's own novel,

 

(HOOK)

It's twelve at night,

Dope lit like a candle light

Pussy poppin pearls red a white

There's no time prep or recite

She got the candle lit, screaming that im popping it

And the dog is barkin so I fed it a treat, with no water to clog his shit,

Its a true story, with a touch of irony in it.

Told her sorry bitch, that mutt was askin for it.

I mean he scared me, you know, I pulled from my whit,

Damn........ Im a motha fuckin' hypocrite.