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chino xl & stu bangas – night drive lyrics

[verse 1]
another typical night for me with insomnia
should i call to let her know everything that i ate i vomited up?
i tried to take my temperature but it busted the thermometer
i’m seeing things on the wall, nightmares dark and astonishing
darker than anything written in lou reed’s discography
shivering, nose leaking, red rivers of blood + d+mn, there’s a lot of it
dirty dishes and bible scriptures litter my apartment
the darkness is in love with me and me with her + no argument (none)
i hear the sounds of dead voices in the voids where the stars have been
caution, i’ll show you the world i’m lost in but h+ll is the consequence
she listens and understands me through the drugs and the nauseousness
put on my leather gloves and +drive+ to her like ryan gosling

[chorus]
might drive through the dark kinda high at night but that’s me
and i ain’t slept in a week, nose bleeds, lost my keys but that’s me
try’na dial an ex, chasing death, i’m obsessed but that’s me
pills on my tongue, smoking lungs, loaded gun, but that’s me

[verse 2]
energized, the blindfold was ready soon as i got to her house
a lightbulb always shines its brightest just before it burns out
she tried to get in on the driver’s side, she said i was high
but what’s the fun in a night drive if there’s no chance we could die?
?i showed her? ill+strations and visions of me being crucified
?but not the? metallic lingerie whispering suicide
(a swastika tattooed bride that recited my name in romanian scribe
that was burning the children alive and eating their eyes)
empty pill bottles are rolling on the dashboard
i know she love me but this is more than what she asked for
my rosary’s swinging at her, hanging on the crash [?]
i lost control of the wheels, it’s tires skidding on the asphalt
steering wheel in my hand’s hot like michael jordan’s sides
when he found out that his follower’s shot but i think it was an inside job
if i gain back control of the car, maybe i’ll gain back my life by tomorrow
the beast in me just snarls but i’m too involved in my pain and sorrow
[chorus]
might drive through the dark kinda high at night but that’s me
and i ain’t slept in a week, nose bleeds, lost my keys but that’s me
try’na dial an ex, chasing death, i’m obsessed but that’s me
pills on my tongue, smoking lungs, loaded gun, but that’s me

[verse 3]
if i could cure for the black tar, i’d just smoke meth tomorrow
my addiction’s a fat f+ck like the dead ex+mayor of toronto
liquid heroin out of bottles is my vital sound
and i don’t do push+ups no more, i push the planet down
f+cks i don’t give any, driving a van mini
crashing into ambulances like who cares, that n+gga was half dead already
fame is no friend, i want no part of it
it’s like a fake plant that dies because you forgot to pretend to water it
(i’m over it!)

- chino xl stu bangas lyrics

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