Vizunary, Joe Audio - Midnight GetRight Lyrics

It's 11:45, and I need to find
Something to ease my mind
Or better yet my belly
Mary is steady hitting up the celly
Askin where the bomb at
Told her to calm that
When out nowhere I roll upon
My saving grace, my munchie heavon
Bright yellow letters with the red outline
The smell of the air was so divine
Sittin in the drive thru with a giant menu
Trying to figure out which meal will do
Carne asada fries with a burrito or 2
The crackling voice tells me amount due
Pulled to the window wit payment in hand
Exchange goes down an I'm feeling grand
Rollin to the crib with horchata in my cup
It's about go down, yeah you know what's up
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, get right, get right
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, midnight, get right
It's about time I slide thru, the drive thru
I buy two taquitos and a sprite too doritos
Refried frijolitos and I might drop a single
When I write me a jingle for that Fili b-burrito
Headed to the filli or headed to the Feddi
Filling up my belly you foos ain't ready
I need that extra sauce like boss when I mash
So you need to give it just put it in the bag
And when I get home its bite after bite
Sauce dripping on my plate like the paints not dry
Visit in the daytime or visit in the night
Open Twenty four hours with the kitchen cooking right
Fat boy, fat boy, call me what you will
But I'm eating that good I got my fill
I call this a blessing, while you call this a curse
Imma head to filiberto's right after this verse
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, get right, get right
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, midnight, get right
One burrito, two burritos
Three burritos, los gorditos
One burrito, two burritos
Three burritos, los gorditos

It's 11:45, and I need to find
Something to ease my mind
Or better yet my belly
Mary is steady hitting up the celly
Askin where the bomb at
Told her to calm that
When out nowhere I roll upon
My saving grace, my munchie heavon
Bright yellow letters with the red outline
The smell of the air was so divine
Sittin in the drive thru with a giant menu
Trying to figure out which meal will do
Carne asada fries with a burrito or 2
The crackling voice tells me amount due
Pulled to the window wit payment in hand
Exchange goes down an I'm feeling grand
Rollin to the crib with horchata in my cup
It's about go down, yeah you know what's up
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, get right, get right
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, midnight, get right
It's about time I slide thru, the drive thru
I buy two taquitos and a sprite too doritos
Refried frijolitos and I might drop a single
When I write me a jingle for that Fili b-burrito
Headed to the filli or headed to the Feddi
Filling up my belly you foos ain't ready
I need that extra sauce like boss when I mash
So you need to give it just put it in the bag
And when I get home its bite after bite
Sauce dripping on my plate like the paints not dry
Visit in the daytime or visit in the night
Open Twenty four hours with the kitchen cooking right
Fat boy, fat boy, call me what you will
But I'm eating that good I got my fill
I call this a blessing, while you call this a curse
Imma head to filiberto's right after this verse
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, get right, get right
It's midnight, midnight, midnight
And I gotta get right, midnight, get right
One burrito, two burritos
Three burritos, los gorditos
One burrito, two burritos
Three burritos, los gorditos