Stileto - Half Past Dead Lyrics

Stileto – Half Past Dead

Verse 1:
Cigarettes, a bottle in my vest
Hit a line, headin’ straight for Mars
Sick mess, a fever in my chest
Sweat it off till’ I’m in the stars

Yeah baby I’ll get a little bit loud
Just to raise us up, to raise us up
Screamin’ I don’t care, I don’t care
Let’s set it off take this anywhere

Pre-chorus:
Stay up till half past dead at night
Stay up until I’m broken
Half past dead at night
I’m never letting go
Half past dead at night
Stay up until I’m broken
Half past dead at night
I’m never letting go

Verse 2:
I got yo bitch up in my clique and we be burnin’ tree like Notre Dame
You hit the gas and switchin’ lanes while I be switchin’ planes
I’m on that shit, keep it rich, I got money
Throw back that Henney till’ I lay down in a casket
We droppin’ benzies in the Benzie I be swervin’
Hit the curb, blowin’ herb, watch me work, watch me work
Fuck, it, we don’t, sip, we just, turn up
Yeah if you feel me let me hear you say

Pre-chorus:
Stay up till half past dead at night
Stay up until I’m broken
Half past dead at night
I’m never letting go
Half past dead at night
Stay up until I’m broken
Half past dead at night
I’m never letting go