Intro:

Nights like this

Nights like this

Nights like this

Nights like this

(repeated)

Verse 1:

What your nigga name? What he do? What he look like?

Man of the house, what? He clean and he cook right?

Nigga ain't shit, different sheets every few nights (ya'll)

Future don't look too bright (nah)

Creeping while you sleeping

Let me sneak in on the weekends

You gone need a side nigga, shit, you don't plan to leave him

Peep my likeness

Ain't no other nigga like this

Might just

Drive that far without a license

Sneak inside

Catch a high

Play my role, I'm bout to slide

My top faded

Cut sides off like the girls I've dated & hoes still patient

Trying to play it right

Playing like Warren Buffett

I'm balling without a budget

Like fuck it

Might

Fuck around too much and I just might love it

Might fuck around, stuck it down, might just cuff it

Chorus:

Moonlight to the room I'm in

Blue light turn blue my skin

If I move right, I won't feel that shit

Move right I won't feel that (feel that)

Black jeans

Waist band

Got time, made time, it's the same thing

Feel like my mind is racing

Feel like this time I'm wasting

*Instrumental Break #1*

Verse 2:

You don't lock doors, niggas gone creep

This ain't what you want, tell me how it's gone be

When you used to dropped jaws, you don't really lose sleep

Why you always lockjaw in my proximity

Back on campus

Recognition off my stanzas

Dope help me mind my manners

Choose you to be the one that I stand with

Got a new muse with a familiar canvas

This lifestyle is cancerous

Couch surfing with a handbag or a backpack, Madness

I'm a lowlife

Don't question, you're right

High or drunk for the fourth night

Ears plugged, feeling lo-fi

No light in the night timing

Night riding till the morning

Cruise the whole night, routine till the fall ends

Chorus:

Moonlight to the room I'm in

Blue light turn blue my skin

If I move right, I won't feel that shit

Move right I won't feel that (feel that)

Black jeans

Waist band

Got time, made time, it's the same thing

Feel like my mind is racing

Feel like this time I'm wasting

*Instrumental Break #2*

Chorus:

Moonlight to the room I'm in

Blue light turn blue my skin

If I move right, I won't feel that shit

Move right I won't feel that (feel that)

Black jeans

Waist band

Got time, made time, it's the same thing

Feel like my mind is racing

Feel like this time I'm wasting