[HOOK: Gaby Nesmith]
Blurry vision, I'm not alright
Can't see left, can't see right
I've lost my sight from
All these late nights, late nights, late nights
Late nights, late nights, late nights
[VERSE 1: Sam P]
Maybe you should get dressed
Maybe it'd be best if you got dressed
Girl don't act stressed
I'm the one who's on the line
Really it'd be best
If you got dressed
I'm stressed
Why you put me off when I always put you on
I'm doing what i can sometimes it is wrong
You're not hearing me, i need some privacy
I can't take both u and my parents always f**in eyeing me
That's what apples for, man i need a tour
Around all my options, which one of them I'm feelin more
Selling out, sitting in some office
Or staying up partying less breaths more coughin
Late nights, these texts are a real curse
Friends like featured artists cause I'm always with her
Talking bout my girl, oh you're still undressed
You tend to keep me talking, exacerbatin my stress
[VERSE 2: Reggie]
Can I borrow your fake I.D
The liquor store across the street
He's gotta know we all eighteen
But he don't care, tell me guys what you need
Six pack of dos Equis
And a fifth of whatever can stress relieve
Whether it be your heels on the floor
And your blouse over there
Long walk of shame as the house disappears
3am in the back of a cab
And in retrospect, girl it's not that bad
Your memories flash as the meters increase
Pennies for your thoughts cause they never were free
Swipe of your card cause its never been declined
You get money and time, but it's never been mine
Open the door, stumble out
Close the door then mumble about
[BRIDGE: Gaby Nesmith]
3 am in the back of the cab
In retrospect it wasn't that bad
Please forgive me
I did the wrong thing and i hope you're not mad
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3: Sam P]
On second thought…
Stay undressed, like that you look best
Not to demean, girl you're not just another conquest
Do you get this…
Stay here all night
We could do pillow talk after we do pillow fight
Is that alright?
I go out for a midnight snack
Run into my boys but I'm tryina go back
And this an interlude
I really can't be rude
Can't deny my homies
Cause I'm hardly ever in a mood
To deal with squeals
Man you're never tryina chill
Tryina run this city, man we're tryina be the villains
This hiatus is hard dawgs that I am admittin
I'm missin that street hustle all these b**hes we k**in
Shake it off, I'm rushin back to you
You're rushin out the door what the f** did I do
Runnin so fast, you're tryina be trippin boo
Damn you're dressed again, back to f**in w the crew
[VERSE 4: Reggie]
Never been a nice guy (never been a nice guy)
Inner city mindset ( inner city mindset )
Lost all your pride girl (lost all your pride girl )
Tell me when you find it
Tell me where the times at
Tell me when your mom comes home
And can I just play one song
Let me get my sh** and then hit your door
And I know that I'm drunk cause I tripped on couture
In retrospect never did the right thing
You love the way i rap but you hate the way I sing
And you hate the way I let race get in between
Everything I want yea you know about me
Cause girl I'm insecure
And tell me that you love me right now
Cause I've never been sure (never been sure, never been sure)