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Midnight Lacquer πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯ artwork

Midnight Lacquer πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

bighomietah

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Lyrics

Intro

Take the long way

Mm-hmm

Yeah

Verse 1

Fresh wax on the hood like a mirror with legs

Her bracelet cold against my wrist when she begs to stay

Downtown towers lean in like they know my name

I paid for the view twice just to keep it the same

Uncle ran a barber shop cutting heads on credit

Now the marble in my hallway bears his face if you squint it

Older brother taught me silence is the loudest kind of bragging

So I let the engine answer when the valets start asking

Hook

Midnight paint black as lacquer on a loaded sedan

Her laugh taste like trouble and I'm a patient man

From the corner to the tower I keep receipts in my palm

She said move it slow

I said that's the calm

Verse 2

Cold chrome chandelier swinging over the valet

Snakes wear cologne now and call it class when they betray

Tuxedo fitted tailors know my shoulders by heart

But the boy from the corner store still flinches at the dark

Handshake soft as butter with a razor inside

Watch who pours your glass and watch who's counting the ice

Your whole throne's a rental and the lease is coming due

Crowns dissolve in the fountain right in front of you

She asked do you ever sleep

I loosened up the cuff

Let the low end do the talking while the skyline moves enough

Green light on her collarbone a little gold in her stare

Soon as the light changed we dissolved into the air

Hook

Midnight paint black as lacquer on a loaded sedan

Her laugh taste like trouble and I'm a patient man

From the corner to the tower I keep receipts in my palm

She said move it slow

I said that's the calm

Breakdown

Bass walking slow like it owns the whole street

Her heel keeping rhythm on the passenger seat

Park it by the river let the skyline sink

Turn the whole city off and just pour us a drink

Final Hook

Midnight paint black as lacquer on a loaded sedan

Her laugh taste like trouble and I'm a patient man

From the corner to the tower I keep receipts in my palm

She said move it slow

I said that's the calm

Outro

She turned the radio up

I thought she was turning it off

She wasn't

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