Alex Meets The Night

Alex Ebert

[Intro]
You know it all, you're running in circles like Andy Warhol, weird it ain't normal
Can't afford it all, need big pants to store it all
Turn like marbles, my boys warbles
Uh, okay okay okay eh

[Verse 1]
The day fishes the sun and nets us sweetly above the concrete courts
Swings us from heaven, bitter stamp greased and gummed on my breast
Your momma was something, gilded and handsome noses
Ripe with summer, cooked in roses, goodnight lovers

[Chorus 1]
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Aye, aye

[Verse 2]
I'm gonna die, I don't care, I just wanna breathe air
Into my lungs into my hair, up my nose, derriere
I got photo-memory, right? I ain't fuckin with your life
I got so many feelings, so many billion, you're people, right?

[Pre-Chorus]
I sorta, God I've got a new love had to order
For ya, people who behind on the corner
Lord I, Bodies are just 80 percent water
Jump into the ocean and just melt yourself goodbye and then just

[Chorus 2]
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)
Aye, aye

[Chorus 1]
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Your shit is always cold, they've got new bars on
Haha, sold em' then, I just wanna feel my lament
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
While they were here my thing on the side of the night
I'm feelin' wack, dancin' here, I'm the man of the hour
While they were there, them dead beats stabbed your man
I'm your man, baby babe, my baby and baby

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