2 AM
• Written by QuayUK
QuayUK's Notes
- In progress.
- First verse still needs work.
- Very pleased with the last verse.
//Chorus
Late night 2 AM triple date.
Pissed off, fucked up, now I'm late.
Baitface in the day, nighttime doing rates. (Ima need that)
Eight hours straight weighing scales with the weight.
Run that back, the estate.
Up late, put a blue in your face, windows update.
//Verse 1
Straight weight gold plate I'm an ornate character.
Fuck fuck I put faith in my barrister but the judges verdict was unanimous.
Stop then run, let's hope he got stamina.
Shop cameras see me running the field like a manager.
I got brooms no janitor.
Skengs shoot through the diameter.
Your an ameteur.
You say too many man on the landing.
You aint buss hand tings, the only thing you buss is when wanking.
It's a mad ting, how can you fall and stay standing.
Still, bro kicked for the kill.
Man spit for the bills.
Bareback bare man chat back bout going on drills.
Come in, short skirt give a spin stand still.
Kickback and chill runnin straight to the bills.
For real I'm a relaxed till I tax a yute for the kill.
//Chorus
Late night 2 AM triple date.
Pissed off, fucked up, now I'm late.
Baitface in the day, nighttime doing rates. (Ima need that)
Eight hours straight weighing scales with the weight.
Run that back, the estate.
Up late, put a blue in your face, windows update.
//Verse 2
Got hammers no mender.
Lot of corn let it buss no matter your gender.
Thot pattern back bender.
Stop jammers ain't senders.
Send her back in the benz like a thot lender.
When ya back bends buss and buss out the way that I enter.
Truss she sends she said she wasn't a sender.
Buss it in ends, skengs shoot through the centre.
No fuss, they in pens, but we never surrender.
Buss it with skengs and end her.
Buss- Buss it with skengs and end her
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QuayUK
Member since September 22 2019