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I learned not to trust my night self
Learned to put my cell on a high shelf
outta reach
At night the Freaks come out and roam the streets
I was young and dumb
Back when I was a Georgia peach
Now I'm wise and numb... Savin the seed
Till it's strong enough to choke the weed
You call I won't cum
Yeah I'm still full of it
Tantric covers til I find a Young M.C.-- A it's still a pool in it
Don't you hate it when, you missin' him
N you know he only miss the swim...
He lapped up all you felt...
You made a Michael Phelps
And on a "I do" on a "Oh-Welp"
he'll give the gold to someone else
Yeah I be up
Yeah I hear it but won't pick it up
Cuz At night the freaks come out and roam the streets
Rather beat my meat...
even tho it makes me cry
You used to lie deflect n call me touchy
Touché on the replay
now I reflect n touch myself to a lie
In GA I used run-a-muck
I moved to LA and became a monk
Diamond uncut
Too priceless to be shiny
Even wit all these city lights behind me
Voicemail full
He still hit me on the telepathy
Right--when the demons are chasin' me
round--when the night sweats are wakin' me
I tell my conscience yeah I got the message
There still some feeling... tho it's just a vestige
I pray for healin' before I ask for blessings
Cuz the spoils will turn to weapons
And Kisses'll kill you if you let 'em...
Judas just let me sleep
At night the freaks come out and roam the streets
I pray the Lord my soul-to-keep
*Written Spring of 2017
Afterplay: Whodini, Freaks Come Out at Night (Hut x3)
