Don't you hate that late night watching?
This sight's just oh so common
You glow through window pane
Can't feel my strain as I write these topics
Fly nigga with no more money
He spent it all on dropping
These tracks he laid
Can't wait til he lay his head on silk but cottons
All he got right now
Shit is tight right now
Ain't no light right now
Except your sight right now
Looking up and you fly so high
Wishing he was outta sight right now
You don't wane and I won't either
I'm gon shine until I'm either
In the sky or in your shine
Either way these nights really drain my meter
As I make these tunes
You rise and shine and stare
So fly me to the moon
And you can leave me there
As I make these tunes
You rise and shine and stare
So fly me to the moon
And you can leave me there