The Deli - NightTime (Prod. The Deli) lyrics

Verse 1 (kacpa): In the night time when the luna singing lullaby Sun go bye bye, sky turn to dark side Anakin, she babbling When all you wanna do is go back to the crib and smash again What a gain it would be in a game that would seem to appear strangely to ya benefit I bend her, she fit, breath where i hear, forgive all her rambling, that a** got me handling Make her sing all the way up there, where we go, where we go That proper pippin lead you to that a** at last, after liquors and different things I steer, couldn't get my hands up off her, got her vibratin' ring through ya chakra We steam up some broccoli, pour up a gla** of jesus blood You Madonna probably i love my kinda hannah If your roll up marijuana, we could go in the sauna Where the light breach the visible surface, this indivisible circus A purpose yearning for the collective mind, she brag about the wine i bought CLTVT these dimes a lot, @muf**thegov my handalot, prepare for war Molotov sailing through the thick air, thumb to my Bic, air Bong rip there, i set a bomb where the capital, that palpable, where adam apple loom, my word doom… Verse 2 (Gri$walt): On the mic get set go, i hit em with flows stronger then rapids Bytch I'm rabid with the rapping on you rabbits Habits of the stacking and smoking, I'm never acting, I'm coaching up All these little f**s, trynna catch a buck You outta luck, there ain't no foot all on your keychain Captain hooking all you peter pans i bring that T-Pain Mentally insane from the strains in my brain I light a new L every time that i switch a lane Thats just some sh** that i learned at a young phase Treat ya self to keep ya health in this tough age Creator of shame, champ'iane in the game, i spit the flame Keep the brain on line, I'm worth ya damn time I don't need a punchline The rhythm is created, when faded, fade off my dick I'm not gay bytch I've been debated and hated But I'm still skating or grinding like Nyjah Ho i was born a Messiah Chiefing green til' i expire I'm rollin more then some tires Got them knock out bars making all you hoes retire The top is my desire My dome is clear like a visor It'd be smart if you just step back, enjoyed and admired...