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At Night Video (MV)




Performed By: Pyeatt
Length: 3:30
Written by: Pyeatt Hitchcock




Pyeatt - At Night Lyrics




Your skin shines in the street lights
More than I've ever seen
You're always mad on these nights
And tonight, you're just mad at me
I've been runnin' from all these fights
But tonight, I cannot flee
But tonight, you still want me
Tonight, Tonight

Forty-Five lighters on my dresser, Yessir
I'm blessed up, why they hate? That's messed up
I'm messed up, I'm gone, and I'm signed to Quiet
But I'm quite a riot
Please don't call the cops, my skin will start a riot
I'm fly as a jet, girls gettin' wet, Slip & Slide
You can't see my eyes, no
You don't know my life, and how everyday I fight
These Demons that are fiendin' to make me a peon
But I pee on them with my cloudy piss
You don't know my struggle
Got no ice all on my wrist, Yeah
There's no gettin' over it
Two years I've been sober, bitch
But I still feel this pain
Tylenol for the ringing' in my brain
I'm still the same little brown boy that I've always been
And there's a storm brewin'
I'm blowin' in the wind
Philadelphia hysteria
You mosquitoes cause malaria
Yeah, I'm from Texas, but I'm not an arms carrier
'Cause my stepfather shot himself
I've seen trauma since I was twelve
And a couple weeks later, he was overdosin'
Like I am on confidence
All these schools givin' me all these scholarships
'Cause I'm a f*ckin' star, Yeah, Yeah
Way past Mars, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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Your skin shines in the street lights
More than I've ever seen
You're always mad on these nights
And tonight, you're just mad at me
I've been runnin' from all these fights
But tonight, I cannot flee
But tonight, you still want me
Tonight, Tonight

Forty-Five lighters on my dresser, Yessir
I'm blessed up, why they hate? That's messed up
I'm messed up, I'm gone, and I'm signed to Quiet
But I'm quite a riot
Please don't call the cops, my skin will start a riot
I'm fly as a jet, girls gettin' wet, Slip & Slide
You can't see my eyes, no
You don't know my life, and how everyday I fight
These Demons that are fiendin' to make me a peon
But I pee on them with my cloudy piss
You don't know my struggle
Got no ice all on my wrist, Yeah
There's no gettin' over it
Two years I've been sober, bitch
But I still feel this pain
Tylenol for the ringing' in my brain
I'm still the same little brown boy that I've always been
And there's a storm brewin'
I'm blowin' in the wind
Philadelphia hysteria
You mosquitoes cause malaria
Yeah, I'm from Texas, but I'm not an arms carrier
'Cause my stepfather shot himself
I've seen trauma since I was twelve
And a couple weeks later, he was overdosin'
Like I am on confidence
All these schools givin' me all these scholarships
'Cause I'm a f*ckin' star, Yeah, Yeah
Way past Mars, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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Writer: Pyeatt Hitchcock
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