Morning After lyrics

[Intro: Nino]
I think apologies are old
I f*cked around and got you faded
I said some things I shouldn’t have
Picked up your phone, you sounded jaded
All of the things I could’ve said
I made the choice to say the worse
I loaded the ammo from my mind
Shouted the things I knew would hurt (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 1: Nino]
It was me and the bro's
Regular night on the road (Road), we were downtown
At the bounce house on a Saturday night
Man, you know how it goes, this is the life that we chose
This rapping sh*t come with hoes (Aye)
Stop getting mad at the things that you know (Uh)
Please take it easy, you doing the most
Just hold me down, man, I promise we close, huh
But you ain’t had the patience (Nope)
And I ain’t have to time to make it make sense (Nope)
And I’ve been tryna move without leg room ([?])
I feel like a giant in a playpen (Yeah) (Playpen)
Oh, you wanna work it out?
Whatcha wanna talk about? (Oh)
Wait 'til a n*gga got mad, now we play full tag
And you quit, when the sh*t went south (Aye)
[Bridge 1: Nino & Khary]
Now that [?] is talking phoney, you get lonely
Don’t you worry, you don’t need me (Yeah)
Block my number, lose your phone
Or f*cking call me, don’t you worry, you won’t see me (Yeah)
You get drunk, and I get drunk
And then we f*ck
And now we wish it never happened
Add enough, we can’t be stuck
We hit a bump because of you we end up crashing

[Chorus 1: Khary]
Bright lights
I hide, I try
All these temporary feel-goods
All these temporary feel-goods
Can’t feel a thing, but it still feels good
Bright lights
I hide, I try
All these temporary feel-goods
All these temporary feel-goods
Can’t feel a thing, but it still feels good

[Verse 2: Khary]
We got lit up, yeah, woo!
Pulled up with the pickups
Full of liquor, yeah, woo!
Sun rays in the morning
Like a mirror, yeah, who’s?
Staring back at me
Think he’s mad at me
Every weekend just another casualty
Model b*tches that’s just how it had to be
Sick of fathoming, baby I don’t know, uh
Lately I don’t grow, I’m
Better on my own, still-
I’ma call my bro's and
They gon' call some hoes
Do the most, and I’m leaving with-
Whichever one that drove, I know
I know I’m not perfect
I’m not who I want to be, yeah
I know I’m misguided
I’m not who you want to be with
In the concrete
There’s a rose
Best believe I got some goals
I’m just looking for a home, I-
Yeah
All this alcohol and buried secrets
I’m so bad with timing
I still ain’t learn from the prefix
Empty bottles, like my soul
Got no self control
Taking 'em shots, and reload
Hope that my friends got my coat