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Az At Night

are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' Look, look, I be postured up like I'm toasted up nice Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights Blunted at

are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' [Verse 2] Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights Blunted at

, I'm almost on time You're the last thing that's on my mind I wish I could tell you the way that I feel But tonight is the night I fell asleep at the

Yo, its me, Tobymac and I dont meanto trouble you Im feelin fresher than a night at the W You probably sayin you be hearin quite enough of you With God

You're afraid you might fall out of fashion And you're feeling cold and small, ohh Any kind of love without passion That ain't no kind of lovin' at

They are the tricking trolls They've got the bell that tolls Flash at the edge of my sight They only come out at night Don't know what's at stake

my frightened muscles won't flex during these demonstrations her fists turn into wrecking balls my impotence gives her a thrill I can't get stiff during

Pushed off of the silver swings I got my braces full of sand When all I ever wanted to do Was hold on to your hand Lost you once I never had a second

'll stick with it I'm usually in mourning (I've had good times) in the afternoon and night (my best one yet) otherwise I'm asleep (I never had enough time) At