In the Dead of Night (feat. Max Cruise) - Sunglasses Kid & Pensacola Mist

Gaspare, what the hell you doin'? I just had to do it on my own shit, uh I just had to do her on some cold shit, uh I just got these bitches in my cold grip, uh Know you see me lookin' like a ghost, bitch, uh Ayy, like a ghost, bitch, uh I just seen 'em lookin' when I rode in (uh) Ayy, on some hoe shit, uh I just hit it once and then that hoe dipped (dipped) Young Jack in the back, hoe (in the back) I been in the cut, lookin' spooky in a black coat (bitch) And she fuckin' with my tats, though I don't know her name but I just know I'm finna clap, though, ayy Look, don't know her, uh I'm just finna glow, October, uh Ayy, don't know her, uh Boy, I'm finna glow, October Look, and I been gettin' bands, no Green Day I been fuckin' geeked off a bean for a week straight, uh Ga$p, 93, hit a team play Catch me in a graveyard, posted where the fiends stay, look Ayy, and I'm up in her guts, no Berserk, uh (ayy, yuh) Got these bitches jumpin' out they T-shirt, uh (jumping out they t-shirt) And I just got a chain for my bro And I'm finna get my own, but my brothers gotta eat first, ugh Look, and I don't text hoes I'm just in their mouth like strep throat And I don't even really wanna feel it Shinigami told me, "Kill 'em," I said, "Let me grab my death note", uh Ayy, don't know her, uh Boy, I'm finna glow, October, uh Look, don't know her, uh Boy, I'm finna glow, October October (bitch), it's a nightmare Feelin' like Jack, I'm a king, you're a poser (you're a poser) Fuck out the way, if you see me, move over If you can't hear me, lil' bitch, move closer (damn) Yuh, and you can't see me, I'm a ghost Got this smoke in my throat Can't feel my face, I'm 'bout to choke ('bout to choke) I been on the road, fuck the pressure, I won't fold I been chillin' with Gasper on Winterhill, and it's cold (bitch) I don't listen for shit, I don't ever do what I'm told That's why these labels are tight 'cause I just can't be controlled (bitch) I got chains on my body, lookin' partly decomposed Bloody ice on my wrist, like Sub-Zero, I'm froze, bitch (I'm froze, bitch)

We're the horniest boys With the corniest ploys Who take the easiest girls To our sleaziest worlds With our lecherous plans In our treacherous hands You'd be wasting your time Saying no, it's a crime All that we live for you'll regret All you remember we'll forget We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room Heavenly oversights Eating from silver spoons With our decadent minds And our innocent lines You'll be playing our games With your bodies in flames When delirious fun Has seriously begun You'll be down on your knees You'll be begging us please All we're demanding you'll supply All we're accused of we'll deny We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room Heavenly oversights Eating from silver spoons We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room Heavenly oversights Eating from silver spoons We are the dead of night.

Bring out your dead Bring me their heads An execution is at hand These are you false prophets selling you Armageddon These are the ones who are telling you that you are safe These are the ones who are taking your life away Day by day we cleanse the world of evil Yet, the blood is still on our hands Buried beneath the prayers of dead men And when there's nothing left There will be no one left to peel the guilt from our backs A flaw so fatal to our own survival Failure in the flesh Day by day we cleanse the world of evil Yet, the blood is still on our hands

Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Well, I found him in Pensacola In a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellow in my hand Creased and yellow in my hand He was squinting and stubbled And standing in the door He said, "If you've come to take the car away I don't have it anymore I don't have it anymore" Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey He got the gospel on the radio And the gospel on TV He got all of the transcripts Back to 1963 Back to 1963 He said, "I sold my blood for money There wasn't any pain But I just can't stand the feeling It's in someone else's veins" It's in someone else's vei-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Vei-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Mama took me aside And she tried to change my mind She said, "Don't waste your time in looking There's nothin', nothin' left to find Nothin', nothin' left to find" So I left him in Pensacola In a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellow in my hand Creased and yellow in my ha-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yay-yay Hey-hey, yay-yay Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey

Here I am On my knees Begging for some Way to bleed Nobody took Notice to me When I needed And now you say you love me Say you need me For wrong reasons For the ones that want the world just given to them on a plate Slit your throat Die in a moat Leave me be Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it I will suffer You will suffer I'm out of fucking time Suck the blood dry You gave this back to me My will to feel For the ones that want the world just given to them on a plate Slit your throat Die in a moat Leave me be You will suffer