Ayy, midnight in Prague (Yeah)
Midnight in Prague (Mmm, mmm)
Midnight in Prague (Mmm-mmm)
Spendin' money abroad, yeah (Mmm, mmm)
Yeah (Mmm, mmm)
Yeah (Kinfolk Jon)
Ayy, what? (Prra)
Yeah, ayy
Midnight in Prague (Yeah)
Spendin' money abroad (Yeah)
Fuckin' bitches abroad (What?)
Cannot tell what she off (Ha, yeah)
But she can tell that I'm on
And they can tell that I'm on
She can tell that I'm on
They can tell that I'm on, yeah
Midnight in Prague (What?)
Spendin' money abroad (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' bitches abroad (Yeah)
Cannot tell what she off (Mmm)
But she can tell that I'm on
And they can tell that I'm on (Yeah)
She can tell that I'm on (Yeah, yeah)
They can tell that I'm on (Ayy)
She said she need a follow back
The most you'll get is a cap (Prr, prr)
And then she stormed, but out the door (Ayy, yeah)
She said she'll see me at four
Anxiety start to kick my ass (Anxiety, ass)
I think I need to pop more (What?)
Feel like I'm drownin' in the ocean
And I'll never see the coast again
Put all of my faith into this God (Ha)
They told me I should trust (Ayy, ayy)
I feel the inner demon
He's tellin' me this treason (What?)
I'm lookin' for a reason (Yeah)
I woke up on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
Ambition on the ceilin'
Yeah, how do I reach it? (Prra, prra, ayy)
And all the foes tellin' lies, no, I cannot believe that (Nah)
And if my friends see me die, hope I was not bleedin'
I spend a night up abroad, I spend a night out in Prague
Rockin' anything but Gucci, see me Yves Saint Laurent (Prra)
Midnight in Prague (Yeah)
Spendin' money abroad (Yeah)
Fuckin' bitches abroad (What?)
Cannot tell what she off (Ha, yeah)
But she can tell that I'm on
And they can tell that I'm on
She can tell that I'm on
They can tell that I'm on, yeah
Midnight in Prague (What?)
Spendin' money abroad (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' bitches abroad (Yeah)
Cannot tell what she off (Mmm)
But she can tell that I'm on
And they can tell that I'm on (Yeah)
She can tell that I'm on (Yeah, yeah)
They can tell that I'm on (Ayy)
And how you go your whole life without ever bein' heard?
Don't wanna die with your pride covered all on your shirt
Don't wanna die, be on the other side watchin' 'em cry
Mama hold your cold hand, thinkin' why she alive (Prra, ayy)
Wishing her son thought more and just swallowed his pride (Yeah)
And nothin' would've happened if his passport denied
Screamin' out to the heavens, cannot go back in time
Screamin' out to the heavens, cannot go back in time
Like, what's up?
Midnight in Prague (Yeah)
Spendin' money abroad (Yeah)
Fuckin' bitches abroad (What?)
Cannot tell what she off (Ha, yeah)
But she can tell that I'm on
And they can tell that I'm on
She can tell that I'm on
They can tell that I'm on, yeah
Midnight in Prague (What?)
Spendin' money abroad (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' bitches abroad (Yeah)
Cannot tell what she off (Mmm)
But she can tell that I'm on
And they can tell that I'm on (Yeah)
She can tell that I'm on (Yeah, yeah)
They can tell that I'm on (Ayy)
What? Huh
Yeah, ayy
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