Midnight on My Hoodie
v4
@Wioletta Figielska- Korgul
Midnight on My Hoodie
v4
@Wioletta Figielska- Korgul
Text
[Verse 1]
Late bus home
Face in the glass, unread phone
Mom say, "Text when you there"
I just stare at the map, trying not to go backward
Old heads posted at the deli door
Same tall tales, same scratch-off on the floor
They say, "Lil man, you next up, for sure"
But they said that to my cousin, and he don't come by no more
[Chorus]
I wear midnight on my hoodie
Whole week in these creases
Dreams stuffed deep in the pocket
With the crumpled up receipts and the secrets
If I make it out, then they knew me
If I fall off, they forget my name
So I write it big on my hoodie
Just in case I never get the fame (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Stairs smell like last year, same old smoke
Neighbors fight loud, thin walls, broke hope
Little bro drawing rockets in his notebook
Says he leaving for the moon when the rent due choke
Teacher said, "College, that's the way"
Counselor said, "Maybe try a trade"
Uncle said, "Ain't nobody getting paid"
Unless they lying on a screen with a rented gold chain
[Chorus]
I wear midnight on my hoodie
Whole week in these creases
Dreams stuffed deep in the pocket
With the crumpled up receipts and the secrets
If I make it out, then they knew me
If I fall off, they forget my name
So I write it big on my hoodie
Just in case I never get the fame (never get the fame)
[Bridge]
If I leave, who I be then? (who I be?)
Same kid, new city, same questions
If I stay, what I see then?
Same block, same clock, same lessons
[Chorus]
I wear midnight on my hoodie
Whole week in these creases
Dreams stuffed deep in the pocket
With the crumpled up receipts and the secrets
If I make it out, then they knew me
If I fall off, they forget my name
So I write it big on my hoodie
Just in case I never get the fame (yeah, yeah)
Late bus home
Face in the glass, unread phone
Mom say, "Text when you there"
I just stare at the map, trying not to go backward
Old heads posted at the deli door
Same tall tales, same scratch-off on the floor
They say, "Lil man, you next up, for sure"
But they said that to my cousin, and he don't come by no more
[Chorus]
I wear midnight on my hoodie
Whole week in these creases
Dreams stuffed deep in the pocket
With the crumpled up receipts and the secrets
If I make it out, then they knew me
If I fall off, they forget my name
So I write it big on my hoodie
Just in case I never get the fame (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Stairs smell like last year, same old smoke
Neighbors fight loud, thin walls, broke hope
Little bro drawing rockets in his notebook
Says he leaving for the moon when the rent due choke
Teacher said, "College, that's the way"
Counselor said, "Maybe try a trade"
Uncle said, "Ain't nobody getting paid"
Unless they lying on a screen with a rented gold chain
[Chorus]
I wear midnight on my hoodie
Whole week in these creases
Dreams stuffed deep in the pocket
With the crumpled up receipts and the secrets
If I make it out, then they knew me
If I fall off, they forget my name
So I write it big on my hoodie
Just in case I never get the fame (never get the fame)
[Bridge]
If I leave, who I be then? (who I be?)
Same kid, new city, same questions
If I stay, what I see then?
Same block, same clock, same lessons
[Chorus]
I wear midnight on my hoodie
Whole week in these creases
Dreams stuffed deep in the pocket
With the crumpled up receipts and the secrets
If I make it out, then they knew me
If I fall off, they forget my name
So I write it big on my hoodie
Just in case I never get the fame (yeah, yeah)
Musikstil
rap, Moody East Coast hip hop, dusty chopped piano loop and warm vinyl crackle over a head-nod boom-bap kit, deep round bass. Male vocals, close and conversational in the verses, hook opens wider with stacked doubles and call‑and‑response ad-libs. Subtle filtered strings swell in the hook; bridge strips to drums and bass then slams back with full texture., hip hop
