Hoodie Allen, Chance The Rapper - Long Night lyrics
[Hoodie Allen, Chance The Rapper - Long Night lyrics]
Hi, can I talk to Teresa?
Oh, this is her mom? Oh, you Mother Teresa?
Aw, I like that
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Man i've been up so damn
Early that I'm sleepwalkin'
Now my eyes are looking
Like Macaulay Culkin's
Watch me roll around the city
Like I'm Steve Hawkins
These bitches Waka flock to us
When we walk in
They wanna act like it's a big deal
Ron Burgundy i'm underground but I'm
Poppin' up commercially
I keep it buzzing like I'm
A motherfuckin' worker bee
So I'mma need a couple Gs if
You want a verse with me
So let me take your pay check
Now you gotta find another way to pay rent
Your life sucks like the Ravens
You ain't been on a date yet
I take your girl to dinner
Then go home and have some great sex
Yeah, this gon' be a long night
I guarantee it
We probably gon' see the sunlight
Before our eyes wide shut I'mma
Make a couple bucks
And a couple hundred drinks, we
About to turn it up, like
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up
Everything will be alright, alright
Yeah, I keep on running 'til I'm
Red up in the face had a party at the crib
Everyone was hella grate-ful wait a minute
Got a bedroom full of strangers
I ain't talking Danny Granger
But, I'm running out of Pacers
I mean patience, nah, nothing can phase us
I know you say your name but
My mind was on vacation
Can't track that down, too many chasers
I can't pack that crowd, too many lame-sters
So let's just kick it in
The back of my apartment
Or at Madison Square Garden
We could go and watch the Rangers
Central Park where we could
Go until it's dark
And when somebody try to stalk you I
Just keep you out of danger
So come to the crib just hop in Benz first
I'm after the cat, but I don't mean Chesire
Uh, shout out to Pat
He look like a Hemsworth
I'm kickin' it with Chance so
Baby don't say the N-word, shwoop!
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up
Everything will be alright, alright
Chance? The rapper? Igh!
Ashin Ls in a hotel sink
Management swears that the hotel stink
Whole time I'm yellin hold up a
Minute while the doorbell rings
When old coke glistening on my nose earring
And niggas just tryna function 'til
A nigga can't function
And the weed so pungent that
I probably won't punch it
And imported in punches and
They actin' inpugnant
With a rock and a pin and
They say pin I'm actin' 100
And I turn up turn up turn up
Get high burn up burn up burn up
I'm fucked up and she's fucked up and
We not gon' remember tonight so
Let's fuck in a Wendy's bathroom
Get frosty, forget the Sprite
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up
Everything will be alright, alright
Oh, this is her mom? Oh, you Mother Teresa?
Aw, I like that
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Man i've been up so damn
Early that I'm sleepwalkin'
Now my eyes are looking
Like Macaulay Culkin's
Watch me roll around the city
Like I'm Steve Hawkins
These bitches Waka flock to us
When we walk in
They wanna act like it's a big deal
Ron Burgundy i'm underground but I'm
Poppin' up commercially
I keep it buzzing like I'm
A motherfuckin' worker bee
So I'mma need a couple Gs if
You want a verse with me
So let me take your pay check
Now you gotta find another way to pay rent
Your life sucks like the Ravens
You ain't been on a date yet
I take your girl to dinner
Then go home and have some great sex
Yeah, this gon' be a long night
I guarantee it
We probably gon' see the sunlight
Before our eyes wide shut I'mma
Make a couple bucks
And a couple hundred drinks, we
About to turn it up, like
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up
Everything will be alright, alright
Yeah, I keep on running 'til I'm
Red up in the face had a party at the crib
Everyone was hella grate-ful wait a minute
Got a bedroom full of strangers
I ain't talking Danny Granger
But, I'm running out of Pacers
I mean patience, nah, nothing can phase us
I know you say your name but
My mind was on vacation
Can't track that down, too many chasers
I can't pack that crowd, too many lame-sters
So let's just kick it in
The back of my apartment
Or at Madison Square Garden
We could go and watch the Rangers
Central Park where we could
Go until it's dark
And when somebody try to stalk you I
Just keep you out of danger
So come to the crib just hop in Benz first
I'm after the cat, but I don't mean Chesire
Uh, shout out to Pat
He look like a Hemsworth
I'm kickin' it with Chance so
Baby don't say the N-word, shwoop!
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up
Everything will be alright, alright
Chance? The rapper? Igh!
Ashin Ls in a hotel sink
Management swears that the hotel stink
Whole time I'm yellin hold up a
Minute while the doorbell rings
When old coke glistening on my nose earring
And niggas just tryna function 'til
A nigga can't function
And the weed so pungent that
I probably won't punch it
And imported in punches and
They actin' inpugnant
With a rock and a pin and
They say pin I'm actin' 100
And I turn up turn up turn up
Get high burn up burn up burn up
I'm fucked up and she's fucked up and
We not gon' remember tonight so
Let's fuck in a Wendy's bathroom
Get frosty, forget the Sprite
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up
Everything will be alright, alright