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Night Writer

from S. C .O. T. T. I. E. by Scottie Spitten

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"Night Writer"

Verse 1

Come hell or high water I sweat through the dry fit
In a house that Jack built waste bread like Money Pit
Hank, I pull rank stay locked in a holding tank
How else you think these words free-man like the Shawshank
Redemption is the key after the failure
I’m arriving rock bottom find your way out of the cellar
Breaking bad cash Walter White on a dash
Hundred miles and flying Mike and Kit moving fast
Rolling with attitudes, hover with badder dudes
All over their coordinates, walking on latitude
Supporting the baby boom, night of a darker hue
Whale running dry now you beached, eating bologna through
A stomach similar to, a river drowning glup
Augustus just us, it’s I-con Tron non Clu
Just a pond leaving tracks in the lawn
Time to re-fertilize I come with the best songs
Spacing up the world is a life long
Battle, more starving cons than artist to handle
Sit on my bars glide like ET saddled
At the speed of sound how fast do time travel?
High in the sky behind the ride trails the banner it reads
Day of the new grammar way of the new manner
Which I bring the hammer nailing coffins
I spit often, off ten on the Richter

Hook

Verse 2

Cut the chase I came back destroy like The Wraith
Riding through, No crew, driver name Spitten Spence
World turn like a corner bent
Watching how your wheels spent
Manually the standard who shifted out automatics
Meant to say robots, weak ending all hop
No joke, like black man, white man, and a Pollack
Glide into body shop detailed my crockpot
They spit a bunch of crock then botched all the ingredients
So I slow cooked it and transformed you Go-Bots
Roll out, dual exhaust flame out your show-ops
Exceptional, street car desire with no blow outs
Professional, Leon as the taxi driver confessional
Potential to be Travis Bickle no lane flexible
Incredible like the edible egg on your face
Gold Room pace made the race perfect-able
Niggas still skeptical one way directional
Put them in facilities crash is not correctional
Taking Eiht Music to drive by collectible
Accelerate no brakes this not inter-sectional
Reverse course radar on pare, undetectable
Land then I skrrrrt like the red flashing lights
With a black kit lit similar to Michael Knights
I'm off, you a one off kit, one time white
Hasselhoff, glide on this night ride when I write

Hook

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from S. C .O. T. T. I. E., track released March 8, 2019
(P. Corner, G. Corner, K. Jefferson)

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