Bas, J. Cole - Night Job lyrics
Bas [Abbas Hamad]
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Bas, J. Cole - Night Job lyrics]
I won't let it out until you let
Me know if you love it
Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low
I'm on my night job, my niggas riding
My city understand us
See a hundred bandit's
Each put a hundred bands up
They can't call us bandit's 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
I won't let it out until you let
Me know if you love it
Aye, baby, I'ma take it low
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
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!
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
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
Me know if you love it
Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low
I'm on my night job, my niggas riding
My city understand us
See a hundred bandit's
Each put a hundred bands up
They can't call us bandit's 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
I won't let it out until you let
Me know if you love it
Aye, baby, I'ma take it low
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
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!
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
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