Prropaganda - Midnight lyrics

-you wanna know why I'm so free -how many in my spot wanna be -you wanna know why I'm ahead -midnights , I wake up instead -you wanna know why I'm still tripping -it's lasting , I ain't no pipen -you wanna know -I'm a new age psycho , wooh -new age psycho, wooh -standing tall like I'm Eiffel , wooh -new age psycho,wooh -now I'm your idol , wooh -new age psycho ,wooh -cruising down in the city one hand on my rifle , wooh -new age psycho , wooh -My day just starts right at the midnight -long journey, high speed so sit tight -robbing, k**ing , stealing and fist fights -popping , every , pill and we take flight -not scared to die , well what about it -you got bands and ice , yeah I doubt it -new day every night , new outfits -take your b**h and put it on a mileage -riding round town everything multiplies -glowing colors everything changing size -it's the acid it'll go away soon -but I'm faster , camo , in disguise -my brains wired differently I'm me too intense -coming after the big dogs go build your fence -destroying everyone else that's how life goes -don't f** with me I'm a new age psycho , wooh -new age psycho,wooh -standing tall like I'm Eiffel , wooh - new age psycho,wooh -now I'm your idol , wooh -new age psycho ,wooh -cruising down in the city one hand on my rifle , wooh -new age psycho , wooh -all lights around me ,it's the angels -gonna k** your buzz out get some candles -I'm in your thoughts ,don't try to handle -maybe I'm the bad guy , that's the anthem , YEAH -wanna back stab me with that pretty boy flacko -you got stacks , b**h please with that pity boy flacko -just relax hit b's you a tipsy boy flacko -your voice on the beat , generations gonna suffer -ghosting and lofting , what else you gotta offer - still hiding from me , your whole life is undercover -Nothing low key , i got my face on the cover ,yeah -I'm a new age psycho , wooh -new age psycho,wooh -standing tall like I'm Eiffel , wooh -new age psycho,wooh -now I'm your idol , wooh -new age psycho ,wooh -cruising down in the city one hand on my rifle , wooh -new age psycho , wooh (Opened up to reality, propa)