Late night Lyrics – Summrs

Late night Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Paying respect to a lost friend and repping the crew.

[Verse]
He’s painting a picture of living in survival mode, where it’s just him and his gun—no backup, no one to trust. He’s watching out for enemies, especially during the night, when things tend to get more dangerous. There’s a constant tension in his life; he’s always ready to react if someone tries to come for him. If things go down, he’s not hesitating—he’ll use his weapon to protect himself, and he’s confident in that.

At the same time, there’s this wild mix of flexing and chaos. He’s talking about being high on syrup (likely codeine), surrounded by luxury—Hermès, foreign trips, expensive cars. It’s all about excess. He sees himself as one of a kind—nobody’s as “high” or as “fly” as him, literally and metaphorically. He’s living fast and flashy, embracing a lifestyle full of highs, money, and danger. “It’s the mafia” is like saying he rolls with a serious crew and doesn’t play games.

He talks about being ready to kill if needed, not out of coldness, but as a necessary part of staying alive in his world. He mentions taking molly and how it affects his reality—blurring lines between dreams and danger. That dream about drowning? Might not just be a dream—maybe it’s about feeling overwhelmed or barely staying above water in this life.

Nobody around him is safe—not his enemies, not even those who think they can take from him. He doesn’t let just anyone share in his success or sit at his table. It’s that “me against the world” energy. Then there’s a quick shift back to the grind—making money, handling business. His girl shows up safe, meaning he’s got enough control and power to make sure she’s protected. Meanwhile, he’s sleeping with someone else’s girl, doing it in style inside a Rolls-Royce Wraith, just another way of showing how far ahead he is.

He’s eating in luxury spots, getting high, and seeing it all as normal, like this is his version of “safe.” But then it flips again—he’s comparing his life to Russian roulette, saying he’s basically gambling with death, playing with fire. The drügs and violence are part of that, but so is the deeper emotional stuff. He’s trying to show someone that there’s more to life than what they see—there’s a bigger picture.

He leans heavy into his codeine use while pointing out how others don’t live like he does. The girl he’s with is deep into drügs too, doing coke and molly until it hurts. He’s riding around with his crew, four deep, staying close-knit because they don’t trust outsiders. He makes it clear—they don’t mess with people on cop behavior or snitches. They’re surrounded by drügs, but it’s not for fun anymore—it’s just part of the routine.

It all circles back to trust. He’s got his girl and his gun—that’s his circle. Just three deep. Nothing else matters.

[Outro]
This part really keeps the dark, intense vibe going. He brings up Russian roulette again, which shows how risky his life feels—he’s constantly living like he’s one wrong move away from losing it all. He’s got his finger on the trigger, literally and emotionally. He wants people to understand that there’s a bigger picture behind the way he lives, but not everyone can see that. The codeine helps him cope, but it’s also part of the problem—it numbs things.

He’s around people who do heavy drügs just like him, and it’s almost normal in his world. He’s with his crew, four deep, and still making it clear they don’t know or trust anyone outside that group. Loyalty is everything. He talks about cutting someone off—maybe a girl or friend—because that’s just how life is in his world. If someone isn’t solid, they’re gone.

He tells a girl he might mess with her, but she’s never gonna fully get into his mind. There’s a wall he keeps up. Even if he gives her everything in a moment, he can’t give her *all* of himself. He’s been through too much for that.