This is a song about "Hand maccas staying up all night begging defiently"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Fight me you sitting up all night trynna out write me probably

No big surprise we'll be up all night

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Up on the mike flowin true all night, no doubt but what good do you do?

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Monsters creeping up in the night

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

My way like a usher song

(and go berserk) all night long

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

We turnt up in the studio late night

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Lost of all words, forgetting its night,