[Chorus: The Thought]

I don't want the sun, I want the moon

That perfect midnight image

I've been on the run away from noon

Give me an empty village

I don't want the sun, I want the moon

That perfect midnight image

I'll be in my room 'til day is done

'Cause I ain't having fun when hours ain't witching

[Verse 1: The Thought]

I'm getting sick of homies always saying "peace and light"

Guess I'm a different breed, I only find my peace at night

And I don't send out DMs asking them to leave a like

I stay on demon time, but I just smoke and take a hike

I'm striking while the iron's cold, I turn my tires and go

No need for Pedialyte, ain't so polite that I'm dull

Another fight for my soul, the perfect vibe for a stroll

If it's midnight or later, let sounds of nature console, woah

[Chorus: The Thought]

I don't want the sun, I want the moon

That perfect midnight image

I've been on the run away from noon

Give me an empty village

I don't want the sun, I want the moon

That perfect midnight image

I'll be in my room 'til day is done

'Cause I ain't having fun when hours ain't witching

[Verse 2: Isssshingo]

I need a breather like I’m tryna see another night

These thoughts is creeping on me like LSD stored inside the spine

My recent google search how to become immortalized

Became mortified, biting is trending and it’s on the rise

Spitting bars you gotta buy I guess I’m selling gems

Never been a very good actor I just can not pretend

Exit society walking the streets at 2am

All alone just my phone and my blade in my hand Uh

Always keep ya eyes on the back of yo head

Understand the moon is out

Demons control the land

Fresh air can turn into adrenaline quick Like a magic trick played by the jester from dmt trips

Like full moons to werewolf's I fucking need this

Sinners need some Jesus

Tv needed Regis uh

That being said night time is still prestigious I still take to the streets whenever my nights is sleepless

And I don’t want the sun I want the moon that perfect midnight image

Where creativity blooms

Rarest flowers to consume

Every night I can hear the howling at the moon, yuh yuh

[Chorus: The Thought]

I don't want the sun, I want the moon

That perfect midnight image

I've been on the run away from noon

Give me an empty village

I don't want the sun, I want the moon

That perfect midnight image

I'll be in my room 'til day is done

'Cause I ain't having fun when hours ain't witching