The daydream can't exist in the midnight hour, lost, it'll cost you a loss when you're sitting sour, feeling tight as I fight with my insight, might see the light that ignites when my soul writes, open mic night is a right, but the ghost speaks, knowing that it's close when its outer boasts approach me, hear the dope beat?, nope, gotta cope with notes that spoke my post as a man broke, smoke cigars, far from where you are, up to par, when you're at bars high up in the stars, get in this car, lush with such clutch breeze, a/c!, face me!, case closed, hush please, I seen plush trees dense, so it's hard to drive, even with the high beams, I don't feel alive, can't hide in this ride, I'm an alien, go to sleep, hear the beep of heaps that will pay me in, insane vein, strained, I'm contained cream, they won't give a ****, let me duck and daydream, no will to go, so I spoil and get sour, sitting like that black kitten, ******* in the midnight hour.