808

Late night cooking, drums & 808s
Turn up the speakers and blast the pain away
Baby she told me she wanna leave this place
Hop in the whip, foot on the gas, fast
Tripping I don't got no sleeping rhythm
Got four-five J's in my system and half a henny in addition
We're beginning past 12
Bottle in my hand and a shorty there to dance
Baby with me you look better
With you I look better
Out here getting status
But I swear it doesn't matter
Yeah, you keep me down to earth
Before all this getting worse
Got your makeup on my shirt
And your drink all on my sweater
She likes every single word that I speak in my weird accent
Every single word which keeps showing off my talent
I'll give you the world if you stick with me 'till ending
I'll give you the world when I leave to other planets
Late night cooking, drums & 808s
Turn up the speakers and blast the pain away
Baby she told me she wanna leave this place
Hop in the whip, foot on the gas, fast