Purple Trainwreck - Midnight Riding \\ Residuals (feat. Yung Hellboy) Lyrics

Midnight riding
Whippin the coupe and it's silent
Get on your feet this a riot
Pious
God don't love me, why all these pastors be lying?
I just be pressing, no resting
I'm teaching you lessons
I spend with no shame while you be in recession
I'm flexing and testing the fade of these bitches
My words on the track like the paint on a picture

I'm throwing out pods, I'm rolling up swishers
F*ck all these bitches and f*ck all they misters
Livin then leaving with bitches who scheming
I'm killing these angels and talking with demons
Embracing the dark while I'm fighting my feelings
I light up a spark and I spark up a reefer
Death to the choir, and death to the preacher
I got more weed in my Wiz than Khalifa

What the f*ck is time when you ain't got the means to stop it?
The clock that's ticking on my mind is something like a target
I can't just give it out so keep your hands in your pockets
Be safe from all those pocket pickers, you open like a locket
I don't got time to change so I can't spare another second
Recreating these scenarios, I'm tryna learn life lessons
Smith and Wesson get to shouting
Baby don't sit there and pout
Open wide, a crimson fountain pop out straight from out your mouth

My weed is loud
My speakers loud
My time is low
I'm running out
I'm in the maze
I must get out
Baby be certain
When in doubt
Pull back that curtain
Give a shout
I'll be with you in a minute
I'll be down never out, said I'm down never out, ay

Uh
Uh
Look
Ay
Recognize
You are the one who be telling lies
I can see right through your new disguise
Listen close you'll think I'm out of line
Cuz I'm out of mind, and I'm out of mine
The beat is still going so I got time
To paint what I see when I close my eyes

Close my eyes, leave em terrified
Terrify, then I let em die
Bodies be floating in oceans
Pills that be floating in potion
I just be going through it
But you know that the plan still in motion, cuz

I feel every emotion
Not drowning but I am not floating
And my life is so sad when it's spoken
And my heart is so cold when it's open
To be honest I should relax
Before I f*ck up and I relapse
All the shit you was talking was real wack
I'm just spilling my brain this is real rap, real rap

Nah
Nah
Nah
Take another hit
I know for a fact that you haven't had enough of it
Why is you duckin it?
You try to forget about using another bitch?
Boy, you not slick

"Bitches", plural
And it was working
But now I'm sober

You should prolly get lit when this verse is over
So you can forget all that shit you told her

Sleepless nights tryna get us all on Jimmy Fallon
Money with no budget, need streams hittin the thousands
Woke up, and I realized I'm drowning
Grounded on the pavement
Lighting up the town, yeah
And in the dark you hear a sound
That be me and Hellboy spitting while young iPhone loads the rounds, ay
Never trust nobody that you can't see
'Specially when they try and trick you with your hopes and dreams
Faking streams
Broken glass mirror show another me
Inner Vision got me cooking up a new reality
Drink and tree, it almost seems to be the stuff off life, right?
Laying in this filth while I'm looking through the skylight
Sometimes I be too tired, I can't even fight
So let these waves wash over me and bring me to a new life
Left or right?
Right or wrong?
I'm just tryna right my wrongs
Put em all up in a song
Recall each and every lie that I told my mom
And hopefully, once I finish writing
I'll be f*cking gone

Yeah
Til I make more
But that shit boring, right?
It's so predictable
Shut my feelings off so I can focus on residuals
Yeah
Focus on residuals
Just
Just focus on residuals
Yeah
Yeah