I was parked outside
I was waiting in the shadows of night
It's so dark outside
I'm just looking for anything bright
What's it like outside
They just looking for a reason to fight
I think I like outside
Driving somewhere deep into the night
I'm not afraid to leave
If your acting trife
I'm armed with this chrome knife
They don't talk correct
They get dealt with
My double edge firm in my grip
We load it up to unload the clip
These bureau's corps have made us sick
My chains hung, my buttons stitched
My numbers drain as my typing glitch
Make loud sounds when I pull the pin
Black ink released when pins in my skin
Let your lies all go feed your sin
My exes cry when they see me win
I was parked outside
I was waiting in the shadows of night
It's so dark outside
I'm just looking for anything bright
What's it like outside
They just looking for a reason to fight
I think I like outside
Driving somewhere deep into the night
I'm not afraid to leave
If your acting trife
I'm armed with this chrome knife
They don't talk correct
They get dealt with
My double edge firm in my grip
We load it up to unload the clip
These bureau's corps have made us sick
My chains hung, my buttons stitched
My numbers drain as my typing glitch
Make loud sounds when I pull the pin
Black ink released when pins in my skin
Let your lies all go feed your sin
My exes cry when they see me win
INTO THE NIGHT Video (MV)
Performed By: Stxr
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: RAOUL NEUMANN, STUART MARTYN MILLER, YASMINE MARY LATKOWSKI
Stxr - INTO THE NIGHT Lyrics
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I was parked outside
I was waiting in the shadows of night
It's so dark outside
I'm just looking for anything bright
What's it like outside
They just looking for a reason to fight
I think I like outside
Driving somewhere deep into the night
I'm not afraid to leave
If your acting trife
I'm armed with this chrome knife
They don't talk correct
They get dealt with
My double edge firm in my grip
We load it up to unload the clip
These bureau's corps have made us sick
My chains hung, my buttons stitched
My numbers drain as my typing glitch
Make loud sounds when I pull the pin
Black ink released when pins in my skin
Let your lies all go feed your sin
My exes cry when they see me win
I was parked outside
I was waiting in the shadows of night
It's so dark outside
I'm just looking for anything bright
What's it like outside
They just looking for a reason to fight
I think I like outside
Driving somewhere deep into the night
I'm not afraid to leave
If your acting trife
I'm armed with this chrome knife
They don't talk correct
They get dealt with
My double edge firm in my grip
We load it up to unload the clip
These bureau's corps have made us sick
My chains hung, my buttons stitched
My numbers drain as my typing glitch
Make loud sounds when I pull the pin
Black ink released when pins in my skin
Let your lies all go feed your sin
My exes cry when they see me win
I was waiting in the shadows of night
It's so dark outside
I'm just looking for anything bright
What's it like outside
They just looking for a reason to fight
I think I like outside
Driving somewhere deep into the night
I'm not afraid to leave
If your acting trife
I'm armed with this chrome knife
They don't talk correct
They get dealt with
My double edge firm in my grip
We load it up to unload the clip
These bureau's corps have made us sick
My chains hung, my buttons stitched
My numbers drain as my typing glitch
Make loud sounds when I pull the pin
Black ink released when pins in my skin
Let your lies all go feed your sin
My exes cry when they see me win
I was parked outside
I was waiting in the shadows of night
It's so dark outside
I'm just looking for anything bright
What's it like outside
They just looking for a reason to fight
I think I like outside
Driving somewhere deep into the night
I'm not afraid to leave
If your acting trife
I'm armed with this chrome knife
They don't talk correct
They get dealt with
My double edge firm in my grip
We load it up to unload the clip
These bureau's corps have made us sick
My chains hung, my buttons stitched
My numbers drain as my typing glitch
Make loud sounds when I pull the pin
Black ink released when pins in my skin
Let your lies all go feed your sin
My exes cry when they see me win
Writer: RAOUL NEUMANN, STUART MARTYN MILLER, YASMINE MARY LATKOWSKI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, APM MUSIC ASSOCIATED PRODUCTION MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, APM MUSIC ASSOCIATED PRODUCTION MUSIC