NEON NIGHTHAWK WAS MY IDEA

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You were my favorite wordsmith, chrome-plated rap messiah with 7 bitches in the whip. 
Every bar a swirled up switchblade, every hook a mango fire. Then I saw you swiped my glowing mind fire… Now I’m wondering if the universe just pulled a Chinese prank tonight.
I built a WWE wrestler back in twenty-two, Neon from the beak to the left damn shoe.

Pre-Chorus Met you for the second time at the meet and greet in twenty-twenty-five. “WHAT UP DALE DAN TONY? NEON NIGHT HAWK!”—I said it with a sharp smile. I know you’re the Neon Icon—that’s always been your lane  But Night Hawk— I know you know that’s mine. 
So DM me back… tell me it’s all cranberry coincidence. 
Chorus RIFF RAFF! DALE DAN TONY! I KNOW YOU KNOW… YOU KNOW ME!
TANGERINE TIGER! Don’t leave me hanging on a tightrope wire! Thought you was a demigod… now I’m questioning the choir!
NEON ICON! MILLION DOLLAR MULLET! Listening never made me feel BLUEBERRY BLENDER!
Where’d you get them lime green grills? Bart Simpson chain? Gucci bills? Prada… Dior… Burberry drip…
Sit the fuck down — we know you don’t write this shit  
Verse 2 Serrated Swordfish cutting through a tsunami wave. Tangie Trout swimming like he never learned to behave. Glacier Berry Sting Ray glowing under frozen tides… That’s the kind of nonsense that we both vibe.
Pink Berry Glow Olympics. Hazy Crimson Clydesdale safari tree.  Everything I write looks like a gas fire in your red Ferrari.
And hold up one second… I gotta ask… How many damn cars you got? Every video got another one parked in the back. Also what’s your address?

Bridge Aqua Berry Dolphin— Maybe fate’s bizarre. Maybe two cracked egg minds accidentally land on the same Saint Laurent star. If that’s really how it happened… cool B… just hit me back. Until then I’m smoking blunts with my rotty — while you disappear into the map.

Final Chorus
RIFF RAFF! DALE DAN TONY! I KNOW YOU KNOW… YOU KNOW ME!
TANGERINE TIGER! Don’t leave me hanging on a tightrope wire! Thought you was a demigod… now I’m questioning the choir!
NEON ICON! BLUEBERRY BLENDER! Listening never made me feel better!
Now I’m bummed ‘cause you won’t DM back… Internet got me connecting dots I can’t take back.
Where’d you get them lime green grills? Bart Simpson chain? Gucci bills? Prada… Dior… Burberry drip… Tom Ford.. Bottega Veneta… Brunello Cucinelli

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NEON NIGHT HAWK Verse 1 Riff Raff… Tangerine Tiger… Thought you was a watermelon wizard walking on a wire, now I’m wondering if you a baby blue swiper. Neon Night Hawk? Album name? Thats my morning lemon twist… I damn near spit my green apple drink right back on my dick while I pissed. You were my favorite wordsmith, chrome-plated rap messiah with 7 bitches in the whip. Every bar a swirled up switchblade, every hook a mango fire. Then I saw you swiped my glowing mind fire… Now I’m wondering if the universe just pulled a Chinese prank tonight. I built a WWE wrestler back in twenty-two, Neon from the beak to the left damn shoe. Pre-Chorus Met you for the second time at the meet and greet in twenty-twenty-five. “WHAT UP DALE DAN TONY? NEON NIGHT HAWK!”—I said it with a sharp smile. I know you’re the Neon Icon—that’s always been your lane  But Night Hawk— I know you know that’s mine. So DM me back… tell me it’s all cranberry coincidence.  Chorus RIFF RAFF! DALE DAN TONY! I KNOW YOU KNOW… YOU KNOW ME! TANGERINE TIGER! Don’t leave me hanging on a tightrope wire! Thought you was a demigod… now I’m questioning the choir! NEON ICON! MILLION DOLLAR MULLET! Listening never made me feel BLUEBERRY BLENDER! Where’d you get them lime green grills? Bart Simpson chain? Gucci bills? Prada… Dior… Burberry drip… Sit the fuck down — we know you don’t write this shit   Verse 2 Serrated Swordfish cutting through a tsunami wave. Tangie Trout swimming like he never learned to behave. Glacier Berry Sting Ray glowing under frozen tides… That’s the kind of nonsense that we both vibe. Pink Berry Glow Olympics. Hazy Crimson Clydesdale safari tree.  Everything I write looks like a gas fire in your red Ferrari. And hold up one second… I gotta ask… How many damn cars you got? Every video got another one parked in the back. Also what’s your address? Bridge Aqua Berry Dolphin— Maybe fate’s bizarre. Maybe two cracked egg minds accidentally land on the same Saint Laurent star. If that’s really how it happened… cool B… just hit me back. Until then I’m smoking blunts with my rotty — while you disappear into the map. Final Chorus RIFF RAFF! DALE DAN TONY! I KNOW YOU KNOW… YOU KNOW ME! TANGERINE TIGER! Don’t leave me hanging on a tightrope wire! Thought you was a demigod… now I’m questioning the choir! NEON ICON! BLUEBERRY BLENDER! Listening never made me feel better! Now I’m bummed ‘cause you won’t DM back… Internet got me connecting dots I can’t take back. Where’d you get them lime green grills? Bart Simpson chain? Gucci bills? Prada… Dior… Burberry drip… Tom Ford.. Bottega Veneta… Brunello Cucinelli

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