Lyricist : Robert Bressler/Isaiah Vest

Composer : Robert Bressler/Isaiah Vest

Cigarettes,a bottle in my vest

Hit a line,headin' straight for Mars

Sick mess,a fever in my chest

Sweat it off till' I'm in the stars

Yeah baby I'll get a little bit loud

Just to raise us up,to raise us up

Screamin' I don't care I don't care

Let's set it off take this anywhere

Stay up till half past dead at night

Stay up until I'm broken

Half past dead at night

I'm never letting go

Half past dead at night

Stay up until I'm broken

Half past dead at night

I'm never letting go

I got yo b***h up in my clique and we be burnin' tree like Notre Dame

You hit the gas and switchin' lanes while I be switchin' planes

I'm on that shit,keep it rich,I got money

Throw back that Henney till' I lay down in a casket

We droppi' benzies in the Benzie I be swervin

Hit the curb,blowin' herb,watch me work,watch me work

****,it,we don't,sip,we just,turn up

Yeah if you feel me let me hear you say

Stay up till half past dead at night

Stay up until I'm broken

Half past dead at night

I'm never letting go

Half past dead at night

Stay up until I'm broken

Half past dead at night

I'm never letting go