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Overnight
Verb T/Illinformed/The Four Owls/Datkid
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I'm tryna see the options
In the place where I once saw the problems
Look, I was waiting for my conscience to decide
Taking all day long just to arrive
At the conclusion that we were looping in time
Why else would you be starting again?
I'm waiting for that sunny patch after the rain
Fall like money stacks after the crash
But all comes together as part of the plan
The road to riches with a mask and a bag
Before you chop trees, gotta sharpen the axe
Preparation is key for your chance to adapt
Tryna reach new parts of the map
Still partially trapped, saw after the fact
A new outfit with a target attached
They generate hate, there's a market for that
Yo, my change will bring a slight sign like werewolves at night time
See a thousand crows fill the sky like it's strike time
I'm from a web inside your woman like I'm Spider-Man
Change is coming overnight like fish tryna climb on land
Always been a starter like an opening dish
Hope I don't miss, I cast it off like you've broken your wrist
You're hoping you wish your life ain't such a joke, but it is
I got it covered when I'm blacking out like total eclipse
The beat bandit, drunk in an alien ship, I crash landed
Rap gambit, I'm moving people like it's mass transit
I can't stand it but I'm coping like I hand-planned it
Free thinker like this, they're gonna have to ban it
Crushing rocks to granite
Pattern it out like a custom fabric
It's all facts, this ain't just elaborate
I'm like a god to your woman, I ain't just a magnet
But it's cool son, I'll let you have it
A lot can change overnight
Funny how bad manners get so polite
And there are certain things that you don't decide
And there are certain times when you know you're right
But a lot can change overnight
Funny how bad manners get so polite
And there are certain things that you don't decide
And there are certain times when you know you're right
Woke up and the world had done backflips
Major theatrics, struggling to catch drifts
Trace backwards, usually out of control
Mostly just tryna dodge when the crash hits
Too much reminiscing bettering the mission
Yesterday got away like I knew I shouldn't listen
But I knew a load of shit that they didn't
Or believed in it anyway, never wait to see if fate is written
Hatred and jealousy, tryna stay ahead of me
The writing's written on the wall but illegibly
We done some shit to get here but that's allegedly
So you really can't tell me shit, fuck what they fed to me
Information slander, weave a meander
Designed to confuse and get the goose good for the gander
That's proper propaganda, but I stay calm in the face of anger
I'm in the studio lacing bangers
Things can change in a flash like dark to light
Elevate the vibe whenever I'm passed the mic
I grasp an opportunity, never let it pass me by
Take it in my stride, lead a march, don't get cast aside
Appreciating what I've got, manifesting gains got em strong
Two years off the beers, I'm a self-made don
On the tops like T up in the fog
Cause the bong got me flossed like the park boy's blog
But I stargaze, work out the way through the maze
With the help of the gods, my health is on top
I hang with the goats like coats in a prison
Get presents, don't coax, you can post me a note
On the back of a stamp for a joke I don't vamp
I stand by what I wrote like a writer by a train
That he piece so we could pose for a pic that he could post
So we could show it to some folks but the most dope don't post
A lot can change overnight
Funny how bad manners get so polite
And there are certain things that you don't decide
And there are certain times when you know you're right
But a lot can change overnight
Funny how bad manners get so polite
And there are certain things that you don't decide
And there are certain times when you know you're right
Cider sipper, back-road dipper
Flames like clipper, Zippo to your Rizla
Wanna feed a man, teach a man to be a fisher
This ain't no fucking Hare Krishna
They'll chuck you for your racks if you're looking for a jacks
If the motive ain't pussy then it's money and that's facts
Bullseye on my back, catch me picking up slack
Doing pull-ups in the lab while I'm cooking up crack
Pot sealed black, backwash gold on it
Step on hot coal and spit cold on it
History's what I wrote on it
Cutthroat, fuck up my throat on it
Truck loader, train running, every time I roll on it
Why they wanna talk about me?
Is it cause I did a couple bits back
Then and you weren't shit back then?
Fuck talking 'bout me
Let's talk about you and all the shit you talk about but don't do
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