The Doppelgangaz - Round Midnight lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - Round Midnight lyrics]
Round Midnight round Midnight
Quarter to twelve, we sort of could delve
Lifestyle of the lurch and
The shorter of elves
Purported, it’s reported
Got hit with the helve rumors dispelled
Can’t shelve them, we do it ourselves
Hell, by the power vested in me
Who you destined to be?
Doppelgangaz unquestionably
The recipe? Hennеssy cup full
Plus the tendency for an NFT rug pull
And thе wool over your eyes
Pulitzer Prize, an elixir for demise
From the lesser faction
Who bless her with the jestermaxxing
Esther, an empty nester who
Profess her passion
For the sex pest to undress her fashion
We pop ex, she pop aspirin
Gasping, couldn’t bribe her with the G’ing
To keep her ass in with with
Every fiber of his being
11: 59 hitting when the
Time turns crime ridden
Stay inside if your spine hidden
Round Midnight round Midnight
11: 59 hitting when the
Time turns crime ridden
Stay inside if your spine hidden
Round Midnight be careful if you stand close
It’s just you, me and the lamp post
11: 50 or a speck later at a diner they got
Spotted by some spectators
Scheming like some Forex traders
Matt was in a sheisty and E a neck gaiter
Check waiter
Then they both disappeared in the mist
Preparing a list of hit's
No need to be swearing and pissed
Then later on a Bavarian tryst
Thought she was preggers
Thank God it’s just an ovarian cyst
He in his whip bumping Kenny Loggins
While they’re pettifogging and
They’re steady vlogging
About a Ganga’s dossier
And how it’s full of Courvoisier and
Plenty muah from the glossier
But That’s the cost to pay
Who’s trying to buy it?
In a world of Chatty Patty’s when
You’re the only quiet Wyatt
Feeling lonely? then meet him at the Hyatt
Talk less, don’t knock it ’til you try it
11: 59 hitting when the
Time turns crime ridden
Stay inside if your spine hidden
Round Midnight round Midnight
11: 59 hitting when the
Time turns crime ridden
Stay inside if your spine hidden
Round Midnight be careful if you stand close
It’s just you, me and the lamp post
Yeah and Gangaz only come out round Midnight
That’s a fact terror
Night of terror night night
Night of terror