9pm Songtext
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Want something from the back?
Held the door tight
Torchlight
Rain coming down
Reading every single tombstone
He was born the past
Cleared the cache
I was shaking off the dust
By my door out in Tucson
Someone waiting for the take Nowadays, check my bag
I don′t wanna carry nothing for the whole flight
58, Mr Deeds
RIP
One quote scribbled, boy had a good life
You got it all
Stay content about it
Ground full of some leaves piled that fall
I never know
If all this shit I cross by will store for when I need it most

Want something?
Okay, get in your head about it
Half-tame
Demi-sweet
Almost 9pm, my guy


Want something?
Okay, get in your head about it
Half-tame
Demi-sweet
Almost 9pm my guy

I heard a few things get measured front to back
Fill the cup halfway its always spilling
I learned to never react
The state of this is
It's not all it cracked up to be
Dashboard got swung on by a rock on my commute
The manuscript titled
"Once again late for the tube"
Photoshop black screen
There′s nothing I can't do
Except a fluke
One long line im standing in
I'm just tryna get in too

I′m just tryna get in too
I′m just tryna get in too

Want something?
Okay, get in your head about it
Half-tame
Demi-sweet
Almost 9pm my guy

Want something?
Okay, get in your head about it
Half-tame
Demi-sweet
Almost 9pm my guy