J Dilla - Night lyrics

[Verse 1: LORD LOONEY] From a town where them hillbilly's hang around Plow 'em down, me and Millz quick to stick 'em in the ground Bowing down, "BLAOW!" like we blowing out the speaker now See 'em peakin' at our weakest, cower chugging Daniels down Porkin' on the ham, rocking spandex, walking 'round Talking on the celly, a** thick as Rick's belly round Six spliffs got him gripping for the chicken now Downtown, ice smitten...you oughta grab the mittens now Posse nothing nice, white as numberless dice Enticing me, nice...long as ya'll don't try it twice I'm wishing for a better life f** it, but for now, simply reaching for a riper pipe From a land where the man runs every part of you Sorry dude, honestly, I wish I was my own self too But it's hard to be you- Loopy, scooping up abused shoes Drooping through the sewers to- Acquire some higher type of truth- As you expire, done trying so you grab a doob- And start lighting, flying through a mental chute- It's true! No accusing, I know this simply cause I do it too p**y out, now you're done Stick it to the couch Here's mountains of towels from the tears you let out Douse the team's noise Shouts to Keith Cowboy! Out with the peace- Loiter out 'round, we need amounts Hydrostatic, he the ragged/ratty ba*tard Pity f**in' bastions Idiosyncratic with the tactics We back like the ma**ive cash stacks for gas, yeah we static Static... [Bridge: Millz] I don't really know what all these people want Wish I could conform to the norm, but I don't I'm putting all my heart and my soul in a song Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Tuff Gong I do it 'til I'm gone Do it 'til I'm all alone Take a break from social media, I'm putting down my phone I don't wanna be bothered I just want my space Middle finger your religion; give a f** about your race We headed to the same place; came from the same place Running at a different pace, all in a rat race For the cheese, yeah we all in a rat race For the cheese, yeah we all in a rat race [Verse 2: Millz] Uh. Growing up I did a lotta throwin' up 40 ounces in my gut, marijuana in my blunt Never hang with everybody; everybody and your friend Close knit with my n***as and you f**in' up the zen Only comfortable when I'm with family It's like the Huxtables And don't believe what people say You can't be f**in' gullible Truth will set you free Inspiration is the key Give a damn what you believe You know I believe in me, uh I progress, money bringing less stress Swear to God I'm blessed, yellow brick road to success- What I'm on- Chasing dreams 'til I'm dead I'm gone Go and get it on your own Cause they never giving loans Whatcha gonna do when you get to Heaven's gate? The poor want the bread, anything for the taste Blunt sticking like paste, I be preaching like Mase Want my name big, hitting uppercase, no brakes- [Verse 3: LORD LOONEY] There used to be a time when I could wake up and stare- In the mirror, comb my hair, and be glad I was there But now the latter's bare, and I'm lacking in prayer Pastor calling back, sad, but I said that I'm not there And clarity of what this all means is leaking And we ain't got buckets, so f** it, seems we can't keep it Can you keep a secret? I'm only acting mean just to keep this appearance...(shh) Fearing for my parents when the paper is thinning And the rich kids sippin' Henny, every day and they grinning Whisper 'bout the f**in' dress and the checks that we missing Getting sick of sittin', witnessing these hypocrites; wishin'- For a stable state of thought A table-plate of stocks While they're craving more paper I'm wasted, playing with the Glock Aiming at the locks on my noggin, hope I knock 'em off Pop a proper copper round, moppin' up my body now Sleeping sound in the ground, leapin' up and down Sounds like a downer type of thinking, don't it now? Speaking for the kids living sad, silent, sour town Powerless and wishing that they could just cower down Look at me- 18; "Mr. Just a Week or Three Ago, Couldn't Buy a Swisher" Now I'm getting cold So I need about 26 to feel better, so- Facing all my past mistakes, remember those- Memories I can't remake, my childhood is vacant In case you haven't noticed...I'm suicidal, pacing- In this vacant space, praising- Any saving-type-of-grace that could save a major breakage So if you're ever steppin' through the street- Living complete... And you see that kid sitting with his eyes on his feet Mis-tooken for a pile of sh**, why dontcha grab the- Kid, and look him in the eyes and tell him- He matters... (you matter man...)