Like a thief in the night, I stay up late Boogieman working hours are beyond great Neon shakes, my thoughts race The milk-ky ways, my work-space Black ink on a black skin, hand-writing Hand-gliding, (?) type white shit (light it) (calmly) This song you'll worry (sorry) That's a whole 'nother story Back to the drawing board What's really going on? Should I write about life? The shit that I'm on Makes sound (?) by the candlelight Ignite my flava, passion towards mics No hype, only red "record"-light We come nice with dope verses, we dumb tight Son nice, done hung nights on a (?) line (Summertime) Cross my mind, that's fine R: I'm past bedtime (bedtime) Way past bedtime story (story) Respect my ('Spect my) Late night blazed-up story