“Middle of the Night”

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Counting all the beats like I’m walking into heaven. Eight, nine, ten, yeah, I’m moving real slow, Got a funny little story that I’m ready to show. Late night, headphones, sitting in my room, Bass goes low and the lights go boom. I don’t need a car, I don’t need a jet, I just need this beat and a little bit of sweat. One, two, three — let the rhythm breathe, Four, five, six — got the whole room with me. Seven, eight, nine — everybody freeze, Ten on the beat — now I’m doing as I please. I’m too slow, but I’m feeling alright, Making stupid little bars in the middle of the night. No money in my pocket, but I’m feeling like a king, Press play one more time — let the whole thing ring.