CUNNINLYNGUISTS

CUNNINLYNGUISTS - Nothing To Give lyrics

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Been, down. Been down

Late at night, what's gone wrong?

Been down. Been, down

Late at night the bad don't seem so wrong

[Hook]

When night falls and all lights off

You'll get robbed where I live

Crooks and robbers, villains and mobster

The nights got nothing to give

Whats gone wrong, when? Late at night

Niggaz be stealing, when? Late at night

Niggaz be killing, why?

Because late at night, the bad don't seem so wrong

[Verse 1: Natti]

Nightfall is curtain call for underhanded theatrics

Slugs travel through gun barrels

From hands that had practice

While rapist take the darkness

And make alleys they mattress

Jonesin' junkies twitchin among hookers with coochies itchin

Spreadin disease, spreadin they knees in different positions

In the abyss is children that get lost in the mix

Gunned down for fresh kicks or oppostie colored fits

Its demons brewed lewd manners behind tints

"Whats gone wrong?"

People sitting in position to help with distorted views

Only experience doeses of night that's on the news

Or BET showing the glamour without the blues

Or MTV helping you pick out Jessica's shoes

Just construes how you're living, confusing your vision

Nights a politician because only the truth is what's missing

Dirty cops fight crime with dirtier ammunition

The night's salivating waiting for me to finish spittin

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Deacon]

When them lights low and ain't no night glow from the moon

Scoundrels run towns, no hounds to hunt them down

Keep your sight low and get your life stole by some goons

Swindlers injure you, a criminal's heart's miniature

Men in the dark paint sinister art in the park

Son of the morning star? Stringing hearts like a harp

Playing melodies of jealousy, felonies strummed by

Hell and it's philharmonic, bewitching our young guys

"Whats Gone Wrong?"

We no longer seek light to give us power

That voice gets hushed by the rush of the Witching Hour

The touch of the wicked cowards that lurk in the dusk

In even-tide, heathens rise, searching for bucks

Anonymous and corrupt, assure obscurity

In a spell under it's viel, an impure security

We love it in our spirits 'cause we're suckers for lust

Most even fuck in it, we're too ashamed to be just

[Hook x2]

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