Airlocke - Along The Night lyrics

(Verse 1: Robert Mavro) I told my boy to reignite it After that I found that doubt had found itself invited So you find me here, chillin' out but wonderin' how to fight it But I got my spirit than a dryad Or a brewery client Or a record sold with Sunday soul bangers Got more spirit than, Jack Daniels shared with doppelgängers Dropping rappers; tryna change, lately I've been dropping habits Drop me any beat, in the booth, I'll be dropping bangers! Certified. 9-5 life? Nah that can't be mine Dreaming big; sealing all prayers, with a holy sign Now I'm like; losing myself in visions of winnings The innocence of beginnings,the pinnacles of ambition The life, we'd be living If mine is right then God willing I might See fruition these planted thoughts got me smitten with life But i ain't falling for these thoughts though I'm falling for these Odd Flows in Oslo so turn up These speakers when I speak cos when I preach it's like a sermon Wisdom keeps emerging From this higher learning Chillin' out in Merton Dre said come and blow puff Pure green in those blunts Ask Clay he knows cuz (trust) We roll up and then we roll up Drink them, and ironically we also smoke buds Zoning; watching cartoons acting like grown ups Cheese and haze fill up the aroma f** being sober (Verse 2: Oliver Jones) Chillin' with Mavro my favourite stoner I'm sunk in the sofa, snacking on Yakisoba Puff puff pa**, but I pa** I don't need to interfere with the rota See I don't toke if I did I wouldn't wake from this coma Over dope individual, gifted and spiritual Positioning myself at the pinnacle with these syllables I'm cynical with these 16s since 16, kick that I'm crazy with these 16s like pirus & crip tats I'm loco with these 16s like Tyson when he bit that Ear off but lets steer off and revert to these slick raps From yours truly, white wine with fine sushi I'm hard well dilute me, bud got you mad loopy, me I stay Sharp between the ears, my words sharper than a Spartan's spear Sparking fear in your vast career, see we starving here Tryna make a stab at this, 9-5s the paralysis In my pursuit of happiness, London to Minneapolis Paris to Budapest yo my crew depressed it ain't happened yet & we ain't into stacking cheques even though you can't cash respect It's love. On a completely different subject matter Pa** the platter, flame grilled flavours of your favourite rappers Bon appetite. Illy rhythms over jazzy beats Jack & D with Mary Jane got Mavro looking Japanese Never show no mercy to my enemies Jones be the coldest k**er since Schwarzenegger was Mr. Freeze. b**h