Night Job feat. J. Cole

歌詞

[Intro: Jeremih] I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low [Verse 1: Bas] I'm on my night job, my niggas riding, my city understand us See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up They can't call us bandits no more Same hood, same corner store But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water I'm one of five, she the only daughter She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring Let's play truth or dare, 'cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite I'ma go lights out, Black Dynamite, smoke one, that I might I'm on my night job Always knew how to play these cards of mine Fuck rap, we seen harder times Jump back like Vinny Carter prime I'm on my— [Bridge: Jeremih] I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Aye, baby, I'ma take it low [Verse 2: J. Cole, Bas & J. Cole] I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position Earnhardt, I'ma catch some nigga slippin' Burn hard on a track and get to whippin' I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention? For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in Boy, that trap is a accurate description I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner '010, niggas thought he was a goner He ducked shots, now it's "Bas, we got a phoner" I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiat, don't want 'em Nigga, word to Selassie I, I'm zonin' I'm on my night job [Verse 3: Bas] Got old niggas tryna bite cause they can't capture The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dashes Nicorette, that's patchwork That ain't better than your last work Cigarette, let the ash burn Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word I'ma hit the gas, swerve on 'em—skrr! [Bridge: J. Cole] Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated Now she on my face time and, my nigga, she just masturbated [Verse 4: J. Cole] Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty How many rappers I killed—counted at least forty Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me I'm horny like that Coltrane album A Love Supreme, that's Cole fav' album Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album lately Silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me They've been loving me this whole time My only adversary was my own mind Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09 With a goldmine of inspiration for y'all Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can't fuck with Cole neither Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether To eat ya, we got heat for niggas, keep reachin' If these bullets was heat-seeking They wouldn't even reach you niggas I'm on my...