Overnight - Verb T, Illinformed, The Four Owls & Datkid: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Verb T, Illinformed, The Four Owls & Datkid

Overnight

484

Hip-Hop/Rap

Overnight was released on December 9, 2021 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Stranded In Foggy Times

Song Details

AlbumStranded In Foggy Times

Release DateDecember 9, 2021

LabelHigh Focus Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Verb T

Performer

Illinformed

Performer

The Four Owls

Performer

Datkid

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

William Leigh

Composer

Thomas Conning

Songwriter

Josh Davey

Songwriter

James Leigh

Songwriter

Alexander Whitehead

Alexander Whitehead

Songwriter

Matthew Jones

Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm tryna see the options

In the place where I once saw the problems

Look, I was waiting for my conscience to decide

Taking all day long just to arrive

At the conclusion that we were looping in time

Why else would you be starting again?

I'm waiting for that sunny patch after the rain

Fall like money stacks after the crash

But all comes together as part of the plan

The road to riches with a mask and a bag

Before you chop trees, gotta sharpen the axe

Preparation is key for your chance to adapt

Tryna reach new parts of the map

Still partially trapped, saw after the fact

A new outfit with a target attached

They generate hate, there's a market for that

Yo, my change will bring a slight sign like werewolves at night time

See a thousand crows fill the sky like it's strike time

I'm from a web inside your woman like I'm Spider-Man

Change is coming overnight like fish tryna climb on land

Always been a starter like an opening dish

Hope I don't miss, I cast it off like you've broken your wrist

You're hoping you wish your life ain't such a joke, but it is

I got it covered when I'm blacking out like total eclipse

The beat bandit, drunk in an alien ship, I crash landed

Rap gambit, I'm moving people like it's mass transit

I can't stand it but I'm coping like I hand-planned it

Free thinker like this, they're gonna have to ban it

Crushing rocks to granite

Pattern it out like a custom fabric

It's all facts, this ain't just elaborate

I'm like a god to your woman, I ain't just a magnet

But it's cool son, I'll let you have it

A lot can change overnight

Funny how bad manners get so polite

And there are certain things that you don't decide

And there are certain times when you know you're right

But a lot can change overnight

Funny how bad manners get so polite

And there are certain things that you don't decide

And there are certain times when you know you're right

Woke up and the world had done backflips

Major theatrics, struggling to catch drifts

Trace backwards, usually out of control

Mostly just tryna dodge when the crash hits

Too much reminiscing bettering the mission

Yesterday got away like I knew I shouldn't listen

But I knew a load of shit that they didn't

Or believed in it anyway, never wait to see if fate is written

Hatred and jealousy, tryna stay ahead of me

The writing's written on the wall but illegibly

We done some shit to get here but that's allegedly

So you really can't tell me shit, fuck what they fed to me

Information slander, weave a meander

Designed to confuse and get the goose good for the gander

That's proper propaganda, but I stay calm in the face of anger

I'm in the studio lacing bangers

Things can change in a flash like dark to light

Elevate the vibe whenever I'm passed the mic

I grasp an opportunity, never let it pass me by

Take it in my stride, lead a march, don't get cast aside

Appreciating what I've got, manifesting gains got em strong

Two years off the beers, I'm a self-made don

On the tops like T up in the fog

Cause the bong got me flossed like the park boy's blog

But I stargaze, work out the way through the maze

With the help of the gods, my health is on top

I hang with the goats like coats in a prison

Get presents, don't coax, you can post me a note

On the back of a stamp for a joke I don't vamp

I stand by what I wrote like a writer by a train

That he piece so we could pose for a pic that he could post

So we could show it to some folks but the most dope don't post

A lot can change overnight

Funny how bad manners get so polite

And there are certain things that you don't decide

And there are certain times when you know you're right

But a lot can change overnight

Funny how bad manners get so polite

And there are certain things that you don't decide

And there are certain times when you know you're right

Cider sipper, back-road dipper

Flames like clipper, Zippo to your Rizla

Wanna feed a man, teach a man to be a fisher

This ain't no fucking Hare Krishna

They'll chuck you for your racks if you're looking for a jacks

If the motive ain't pussy then it's money and that's facts

Bullseye on my back, catch me picking up slack

Doing pull-ups in the lab while I'm cooking up crack

Pot sealed black, backwash gold on it

Step on hot coal and spit cold on it

History's what I wrote on it

Cutthroat, fuck up my throat on it

Truck loader, train running, every time I roll on it

Why they wanna talk about me?

Is it cause I did a couple bits back

Then and you weren't shit back then?

Fuck talking 'bout me

Let's talk about you and all the shit you talk about but don't do

Written by: Alexander Whitehead, James Leigh, Josh Davey, Matthew Jones, Thomas Conning, William Leigh

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