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$LIME

$LIME[Prod.By.808CARTIER]

[Intro]
Yeah…
3:42 a.m. again.
Phone on DND, brain on repeat.
City still breathin’, I ain’t slept in weeks.

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[Verse 1]
She said I’m cold — I said, “Nah, I’m numb.”
Every fight we had sound like reruns.
Drunk texts at two, she said, “You still up?”
I said, “Yeah, but I’m somewhere I can’t trust.”

My bro lost faith, moms lost sleep,
Ops still lurk, they don’t play for keeps.
Family fake love, only call when I peak,
Tryna guilt trip me like I ain’t been knee-deep.

Shit gets dark when the lights cut low,
Got scars on my heart only I still know.
She say I changed, I say I grew —
truth is, I just stopped explainin’ shit to you.

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[Hook]
Night shift — I been movin’ through the pain in silence,
Love turn violent, mind turn pilot.
Smoke in the whip, girl naked in my lap,
She don’t love me, just the way I relapse.

Night shift — got the world off balance,
One text, one call, could cause madness.
I ain’t right, but I’m real, that’s my flex,
I don’t pray much, just cash my checks.

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[Verse 2]
Ex hit my phone, said she miss that ache,
Told her, “Baby, that was never love — that was mistake.”
Told my dad I’d call back, never did,
Heard he talk about me like a ghost he raised mid-way, kid.

I done seen good girls turn cold off trauma,
Seen friends fold faster than commas.
Still ridin’ solo, but the seat smell like sin,
Perfume and regret, mixed with gin.

I got no peace, but I got a plan,
Every night feel like quicksand.
Tryna outrun my name, but it stick like blood,
Had to drown in vice just to feel some love.

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[Bridge / Half-Hook]
Night shift — where the demons all talk,
Where the real ones die, and the fake ones walk.
If I text you “pull up,” don’t ask why,
Just know the silence mean my pride might die.

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[Hook – Reprise]
Night shift — I been movin’ through the pain in silence,
Love turn violent, mind turn pilot.
Smoke in the whip, girl naked in my lap,
She don’t love me, just the way I relapse.

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[Outro]
Yeah…
It’s not about who stayed — it’s about who noticed.
We all play God when it’s hopeless.
Night shift.

Pick o choose(Prod. by Agent Riley)

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