Lyriciss – Bright Nights Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Momma always said I was destined to be a star
But daddy ain't support me when I started spittin' bars
So, I kept my journals constantly hidden in secret
'Cuz all the stress given, my writtens helped me release it
Peep it, now my reality tops the dreaming
But everything isn't what it be seeming
Yeah, I do shows on the weekly with a loving crowd screaming
But my money's like a chick who ain't cumming, I ain't creaming
Believe it, I ain't love hip-hop, I'd leave it
All the imitation beefing got me feeling vegan
All the dissing and sneaking, the conflict without a reason
Just happens to hurt the music and the art that I believe in
Wale kicked the door to try to let the DMV in
But even with that done, you can see the drama he's in
Maybe my vision's blurry, I don't see what you seeing
But DC, we're steadily sinking off in the deep end

[Hook]
I try to keep hope, in between the lies
The dream is getting close, how do I keep my eyes
From going completely blind when I'm running to the light
My vision's never clear, I just hope I get it right
I try to keep hope, in between the lies
The dream is getting close, how do I keep my eyes
From going completely blind when I'm running to the light
My vision's never clear, I just hope I get it right
Dark days, bright nights...

[Verse 2]
Aye look, they said I'd never make it, so I made it instead
Of taking hateful information, inspiration was bred
Born poor, so the dream was for making that bread
But they're trying to drown my reach like my ankles was lead
I'm at the front of the bus, training in staying ahead
'Cuz the opposite had Rosa Parks shaking her head
So I waded on the water, made a daughter and a plan
And executed the steps, the young boy became a man
Here I am, no stereotypical genes in me
Just the star that my momma way back had seen in me
But focusing on your grind makes you receive envy
When they ain't got a clue of your struggles, how you maneuver your hustles
But if you got it and they can't get it?
Then when you show them what you're working for, they ain't with it
I keep my city on my fitted, but they treat me like a stranger
And Gucci like a native, here's the home of the haters, DC...

[Hook]

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