Lowly God, Yung Jash - BLACKLIGHT Lyrics

I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly
Faces turn to skulls, under black light
Ceiling covered in stars, who need the sky?
Body laced with scars, crisscross your arms
Raise the alarm, fall prey to your charm
Do me some harm, and I'll do it right back
Screaming bloody murder, kill all your tracks
Stacking the racks, yeah, get you a bag
Cause everyone out here already fell for the trap
I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly
She an art hoe, ate her like she brunch
Sipping rum mixed with Hawaiian punch
I know you judge me, but its not enough
Tryna act cool, but its just a bluff
I kiss my friends all the time, but its not love
I love my world because its so fucked up
Conduct yourself as a very model citizen
But I don't know you, maybe you're into discipline
I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly
Write lines like I'm off the Ritalin
Is it real? is it fake? is it silicon?
Your cinnamon complexion too sweet
I need the insulin
I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly

I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly
Faces turn to skulls, under black light
Ceiling covered in stars, who need the sky?
Body laced with scars, crisscross your arms
Raise the alarm, fall prey to your charm
Do me some harm, and I'll do it right back
Screaming bloody murder, kill all your tracks
Stacking the racks, yeah, get you a bag
Cause everyone out here already fell for the trap
I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly
She an art hoe, ate her like she brunch
Sipping rum mixed with Hawaiian punch
I know you judge me, but its not enough
Tryna act cool, but its just a bluff
I kiss my friends all the time, but its not love
I love my world because its so fucked up
Conduct yourself as a very model citizen
But I don't know you, maybe you're into discipline
I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly
Write lines like I'm off the Ritalin
Is it real? is it fake? is it silicon?
Your cinnamon complexion too sweet
I need the insulin
I'm tryna get gone for the night
I'm tryna get gone with you by my side
I'm tryna drink so much that I die
I'm tryna get so high that I fly