[Intro]

At niiiiight! Hehehe. At night!

[Verse 1: Happiest Kid In The World]

Niggas act like i'm the same, as if they hope I am

But practice leads to change, and I haven't wanted to hold your hand

I magically hit with no aim, and my only plan's

To make you my biggest fan, I wait

But they only listen to a rapper when he's famous

'Cause the locals tend to be crap, and they dunno I'm right around the way

Pull my style out the grave, I'm overdue

Hope that you ain't cold just 'cause your type beats

Can't hold a light to my heat. bitch

I've seen way too many fight scenes

Please hold up a lighter if you're like me, just might be

If you're not, call a cop, 'cause brodie I ain't leaving

Simply not surprised to see people ain't hyped to be unique

They try so hard to hop on trends that they're rhyme thieves

And I just keep a beat machine beside me, for times I'm feeling blue

If I'm ever as real as you, then I need to improve

But for now I dodge the noobs, by simply walking with a smarter truth

[Verse 2: P-Tree]

When the fall comes, I can tell I'mma be falling down

The tall tales you told, they sold, and now I don't know how to cope

Ha, or so you hope, you fucking dope

You can't hold me down, I float without a motorboat

But I'm not saying I don't wish I had an engine

In fact it's getting me melancholy but destiny and love got me

My therapy what you copied, the terrible gives me options

And I turn them into song spins on top of bong rips

But if this song hits hard, you gotta give it up for SOLACE

The one who taught me to craft before i polished

The one who caught me while crashing

Will accomplish more than I can name

This is more than just a tired game to us

Remember days on the bus, and smoking haze til we slumped

We tasted skunk, and it was great to us

But all that made it was tough, we puffed way too much

We stuffed days into blunts, I'm glad we're shaping up

Hooray to Art Club

[Outro]

It's Night Times

It's Night Times, listen to this shit

It's Night Times Volume Three, shut the fuck up

It's Night Times

It's Night Times Volume Three

It's an Art Club classic

Cut your shit off

Volume Three, Night Times

Shut up, listen to this shit, bitch

Shut the fuck up

Night Times Volume Three