Midnight Flower

By Kojaque

Released on May 8, 2015

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[Intro]

"Let's turn on" or, "let's blast a joint"

Commissioner, don't you think you're magnifying this issue?

A marijuana cigarette was found on the floor of one of your classrooms and another was found in the girl's gym


[Verse 1]

Bang the gavel

Two part and unravel

There’s trees sparked for my worries

The CD speaks of the travels

Of DC that’s the borough

I’ve buried stress in a bottle

I’m itching to reach the bottom

I’m hoping to bury sorrows, of a man

Too invested in someone with vested interest

Hope you know you fucking floored me in that red dress

And I’ve been chain smoking up to forty and on bed rest

And all because a girl? Get a grip


[Bridge]

"Let’s smoke a marijuana cigarette."

They say, "let’s turn on’ or "let’s blast a joint."


[Verse 2]

So fuck it, I’ll fake the claim

Like I’m only in it for pussy

So why am I so erratic when questioned?

Know not to push me, do the maths

And watch the mask snap back

You buy that I’m doing fine

Fuck, do you smoke crack?

You must be out your fucking nut you took a bite out that

I took a bite out that

But here’s to the pain of only seeing you when I dream

And here’s to that second hit of benzodiazepines


[Bridge]

"Let’s smoke a marijuana cigarette."

They say, "let’s turn on’ or "let’s blast a joint."


[Verse 3]

Slowly losing touch with reality

Waking up tryna clutch to a memory, actually

You’re like a dream I can’t shake for the life of me

Every night you arrive in my mind to tackle me

We jive on the rings of Saturn

My heart strings play the sonnet till my wrist watch shatters

Become one, elevate beyond beings of matter

Cause while I’m with you it’s funny none of that dumb shit matters

Spin a record of two

We dance around for the hour

You step all over my shoes

Before the mood turns sour

You hit my lips til they bruise

Love looms, watch us bloom like the midnight flower

Love looms, watch us bloom like the midnight flower

Then you depart just as quick as you came

Til the next time I dream perchance to speak your name

But here’s to the pain of only seeing you when I dream

And here’s to that second hit of benzodiazepines