Joey Fatts - Late Night [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Stressing over nothing
My bitch calling, fussing over dumb shit
A young nigga out here hustling
So I guess it's the shit that it come with
Smoking dope until a nigga can't function
All this weed feeling like I'm off of Xanax
I swear this shit got me mad vexed
But I'm trying to stretch it out, stretching work like it's Spandex
Young niggas on that paper chase
Getting money we don't care about a price to pay
Steady praying for some better days
Shit fucked up, my homey got life today
So my nigga where the weed at?
Roll one, man I need that
In the streets where the fiends at
Niggas eating out here, we don't need you to feedback
I can give a fuck what a nigga say
I can give a fuck about what a bitch think
But a nigga just took a L just last week
It's hard to think so I smoke myself to sleep
My homey got with a couple piece
Fucked up thing, they split him 5 a piece
Now I'm curing stress with these Swisher Sweets
Fuck the money pray to God that shit for me

[Chorus]
Lot of troubles on my mind
Late night
So I smoke myself to sleep
Roll the blunts
Getting high
Until I'm fried
Seven days a week
A lot of shit on my mind
Late night
So I smoke myself to sleep
Roll the blunts
Getting high
Until I'm fried
Seven days a week
I smoke myself
I smoke myself to sleep

[Verse 2]
Stressing over nothing
My bitch calling, fussing over dumb shit
A nigga trying to get this money
She steady thinking it's a bitch that I'm fucking with
But I'm out late
Trying to get cake
Gotta keep food on the dinner plate
Girl fuck your friends, you gotta let them hate
Plus she ain't got a man so she can't relate
Understand baby they don't want to see us straight
Buy you Alexander Wang just to piss them off
Keep you in the finest things
Don't wanna see us fall
My heart cold as snowman
I done seen it all
They call me a dog
Joking up but you believe them
Girl you know it's real
Can't let them come between us
And you know the deal, tell her never would I leave her
Then she checked the mail, feds sent me a subpoena
Now I'm fucked up
Nigga where the dope?
I need to smoke
I'm feeling like a fiend
I need the weed
What the hell they want?
I don't even know
But I'm about to smoke myself to sleep
My homey got cracked like I said before
But me and him was raised on loyalty
What happened to these niggas sticking to the code?
Case closed man this nigga done told on me

[Chorus]

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