Saturday sessions, take a Friday night light
While my crew sipping champagne, Miller High Life
Like Budweiser summer drinks, got my limelight

And I'm shooting straight and up, so you know it's fly, right?
Ripping so cold Boy is spitting dry ice
You would swear I'm on a bender, kid you know I fry mics

All I really do is fresh, cop fly Niks
While you vodka lit up, optimistic, sky bright, yeah
Yeah, girlie get me out the lab tonight

Watching Vanilla Sky solo is the saddest night
Take the midnight train, Gladys Knight
Hit the letters on your touch screen, Vanna White

Think I need a Morning Glory listen
Posted up in the cut with a boring story written
While you drunk at the delicatessen 40 sipping

Six inch hoagie stumbling, shorty tripping

Chorus:


Yeah, and I'm just trying to get my mind right
But it's all hung up up in hindsight

Hindsight, hindsight, hindsight, hindsight
Yeah, packing my dreams, gotta find flights
Infinite drive, however it's a fine night

Fine night, fine night, fine night, yeah

Verse 2:


Incoming cold front, your roll blunts
Shorty said she used to be a tom boy, bowl cut

Now she rocking bracelets, gold cuffs
Rolled up half baked, sweat pants, so what?
And I thought of saying "vamanos"

They still got that two pie deal at Dominos
Is my line a "no," or "I don't know"?
I ain't trying to go down girl, geronimo

She sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon for the sake of sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon
"You a rap dude driven on a track? You fibbing"
Feeling kind of snerve with ya

Take a third picture sipping on your third pitcher
Ugh, karaoke at Applebees?
%#@!, I think I'm turning Japanese

She on stage sipping vodka and Snapple teas
%#@! is getting embarrassing, get a back up please


Chorus:

Yeah, and I'm just trying to get my mind right

But it's all hung up up in hindsight
Hindsight, hindsight, hindsight, hindsight
Yeah, packing my dreams, gotta find flights

Infinite drive, however it's a fine night
Fine night, fine night, fine night, yeah