Morning After

[Intro: Nino]
I think apologies are old
I fucked around and got you faded
I said some things I shouldn’t have
Picked up your phone, you sounded jaded
All of the things I could’ve said
I made the choice to say the worse
I loaded the ammo from my mind
Shouted the things I knew would hurt (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 1: Nino]
It was me and the bro's
Regular night on the road (Road), we were downtown
At the bounce house on a Saturday night
Man, you know how it goes, this is the life that we chose
This rapping shit come with hoes (Aye)
Stop getting mad at the things that you know (Uh)
Please take it easy, you doing the most
Just hold me down, man, I promise we close, huh
But you ain’t had the patience (Nope)
And I ain’t have to time to make it make sense (Nope)
And I’ve been tryna move without leg room ([?])
I feel like a giant in a playpen (Yeah) (Playpen)
Oh, you wanna work it out?
Whatcha wanna talk about? (Oh)
Wait 'til a nigga got mad, now we play full tag
And you quit, when the shit went south (Aye)

[Bridge 1: Nino & Khary]
Now that [?] is talking phoney, you get lonely
Don’t you worry, you don’t need me (Yeah)
Block my number, lose your phone
Or fucking call me, don’t you worry, you won’t see me (Yeah)
You get drunk, and I get drunk
And then we fuck
And now we wish it never happened
Add enough, we can’t be stuck
We hit a bump because of you we end up crashing

[Chorus 1: Khary]
Bright lights
I hide, I try
All these temporary feel-goods
All these temporary feel-goods
Can’t feel a thing, but it still feels good
Bright lights
I hide, I try
All these temporary feel-goods
All these temporary feel-goods
Can’t feel a thing, but it still feels good

[Verse 2: Khary]
We got lit up, yeah, woo!
Pulled up with the pickups
Full of liquor, yeah, woo!
Sun rays in the morning
Like a mirror, yeah, who’s?
Staring back at me
Think he’s mad at me
Every weekend just another casualty
Model bitches that’s just how it had to be
Sick of fathoming, baby I don’t know, uh
Lately I don’t grow, I’m
Better on my own, still-
I’ma call my bro's and
They gon' call some hoes
Do the most, and I’m leaving with-
Whichever one that drove, I know
I know I’m not perfect
I’m not who I want to be, yeah
I know I’m misguided
I’m not who you want to be with
In the concrete
There’s a rose
Best believe I got some goals
I’m just looking for a home, I-
Yeah
All this alcohol and buried secrets
I’m so bad with timing
I still ain’t learn from the prefix
Empty bottles, like my soul
Got no self control
Taking 'em shots, and reload
Hope that my friends got my coat