Midnite Spin

Haha, yeah, come on

OG style

Do that shit, baby

Sick Symphony

Sick ass Duke, where you at?

That's right

Lil' Kimo

Give some weed heads habit

I once heard a man say, "Now hey, what be your fate?"

Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints

Simple and plain refrain, I'll sustain in vain battle wounds

Midnight gloom out under midnight moon consumed

Exceed the limit, forget it, the man don't wanna hear it

He said, "Let's go," but I'm late, I gotta rock a show

I'm gone, play me a so long song, Mr. Piano Man

Eyes gleam bright like gems from ancient lands

We hot like desert sands, we slam like rock bands

They live in scared cities, sunset make 'em look pretty

I'm tryna shine, lead the blind through Sahara twilight

Cross a line in the dirt, chokehold on the mic

So take a midnight spin, calling you from within

Put some ink in your skin, city lights bring sin

A midnight spin, calling you from within

Put some ink in your skin, city lights bring sin

Could I be a neighborhood legend who crossed the clear resin?

Feeling after effects of a million smoke sessions

Oh, and buy me pockets and don't ask if I'm stoned

Just know that it's me, Vinci lifestyle and I move it alone

I pet the piss and shine chrome, freak the mic phone

Key up and chop down the sound then break bone

See, I ask music a question and the music reply

See, I respect how it groove and it's emotional cry

Anyway, get back to music and what music reply

Say let 'em see there's something better, no one's ready to die

So on a midnight spin, spiritual practice sin

Just to let you know that I've come back again

Take a midnight spin, calling you from within

Put some ink in your skin, city lights bring sin

The midnight spin, calling you from within

Put some ink in your skin, city lights bring sin

In the sick side, we lead a crazy lifestyle

It consists of drugs and sex, rocking shows, impossible arrests

The last press, we're living the high life avoiding wrecks

And passing the lowlife test with stripes, my chest get blessed

On any set, psychos bring threat to up a deck

Authority rep, fear more heads than saddened necks

We earn the respect and get heat from the rest

So we deal with stress, however we cancel our best

In a city district, experiences we recite

If you can relate to this, well alright

Get your shit tight, running or drunk to daylight

Despite the lifestyle you live, you need to get right

So take a midnight spin, calling you from within

And put some ink in your skin, city lights bring sin

The midnight spin, calling you from within

Put some ink in your skin, city lights bring sin

Yeah, that's right

For all you sucio

Walking around with no panties

Or the big grandmama underwear

Rock a G-string or something

You know what I'm saying?

All you sucio

Get yours

Knuckleheads

Get it together

Stop the blasting

Sick side

Psycho realm

Delinquent habits