Sour Night

Yeah yeah oh Yeah yeah oh Yeah Oh well, we gotta sour night In the morning this will all be outa sight We can cut it out easy like butter, no knife Sweep it in the gutter in the summer, no light Yeah Oh damn it's another one of those Grass stains tatted all up in our clothes I don't give a shit about it mother fucker, we alright We can change the story like a movie rewrite Yeah Last night wasn't even that sour We devoured the power of pussy Now we call it P.O.P I'm free of all the negative energy in the morning Woulda rearranged her organs But I gave myself a warning I just told myself Not to fall under the pressure Why not prove myself? F*ck around and find the treasure In a girl there's a pearl But nobody got the time Or the wisdom of the world, hit a burl Now you're caught up in your feelings Like you hit the end Realizing the pain Come in waves Like the money impend Paper, bitches, drugs That's the shit you find in clubs Lather to your brain It's insane that you think it be working You really think the twerking Will do the job of reverting? You think the paper will buy you assertion? That be concerning You think the drugs will enlighten you? It only adds to the fight dude You gotta push for the balance And you might find that the light grew Oh well, we gotta sour night In the morning this will all be outa sight We can cut it out easy like butter, no knife Sweep it in the gutter in the summer, no light Yeah Oh damn it's another one of those Grass stains tatted all up in our clothes I don't give a shit about it mother fucker, we alright We can change the story like a movie rewrite Yeah We really living in a movie The plot could be beauty But we got school, duties Work, and it should be a little More bout what you care about Try to find a different route I can see you stressing Regretting all of your past accounts I'm over here in the loop With the group like it should be You pulling hair over there While you're drowning in pussy I got no issues But I'll surely grab the tissues When she tricks you into Filling up her bank And then she switch you I've seen it all Breaking all the parts Of your mind in Like you become a car Keeping track of mileage Styling if you got lower numbers I could put some fucking labels on A couple close brothers No one really gives a shit Cuz when you commit Exemption of work Pay the bills homie Wow, you got the trophy Takin it fast When you coulda took it slowly Now the girl that you're tied to Along with sex, she supplies you Is out here telling you lies dude You gotta search for your pride too Oh well, we gotta sour night In the morning this will all be outa sight We can cut it out easy like butter, no knife Sweep it in the gutter in the summer, no light Yeah Oh damn it's another one of those Grass stains tatted all up in our clothes I don't give a shit about it mother fucker, we alright We can change the story like a movie rewrite Yeah