After Hours

Uh
I'm working after hours
I had to keep it quiet when puff the loud up
And all I smoke is sour
All you bitter mothafuckas couldn't match the style up
A sweet life of the rich and famous
I looked once and it felt contagious
It felt right when I hit the stage
It's like every song feels like it was meant for greatness
Scared money don't make no money
It's a calculated risk and I'm prepared to go dummy
If I ever go broke
Ima make some for me
Put a bando on his head in case he say some funny
Real life
It's like a metaphor
Descended from a simile I'm headed for
Steep heights
Never hit the floor
Unless they callin' up my name when I hit the show
Green lights
Keep me looking for
The path inside my head wherever could be goes
It seems nice
Yeah
It seems nice

I know one thing hoes don't change
And if they did I wouldn't carry so much pain
So I make another song about the way I feel
Everybody clap once be like oh that's real
Follow me on insta after all my shows
And once i'm back at home they ask me where'd the love just go
It ain't right
Nah
It ain't right
I said
Look
I know one thing hoes don't change
And if they did I wouldn't carry so much pain
So I make another song about the way I feel
Everybody clap once be like oh that's real
Follow me on insta after all my shows
And once I'm back at home they ask me where'd all the love just go
It ain't right
Nah
It ain't right

Hey now
Just because you down don't gotta stay down
I been feelin' good I'm feelin' great now
Even when them hoes got shit to say-ow
Say now
Hey now
Just because you down don't gotta stay down
I been feelin' good I'm feelin' great now
Even when them hoes got shit to say

I just need a second baby
Way too many thoughts in my brain
In the voice of all my haters hear them say
You could never do what you say-ay
Say-ay
Wait
Then I had to pull up like hey
Turn your little show to a parade
I ain't sippin' tea its lemonade
Whole cup full of minute maid
Because every single minute I get paid
I invest into myself and then I make it rain
I be pullin' strings of a harp
She pull the string to my heart
And make it sing
But everything that's good will lead to pain
Middle of the night it marks the start of a new day
Never let your anger
Turn into a maze
Turned into a stranger
Starin' at my face
I shoot my shot like I'm dame
How much trail I got to blaze
Nah really how much trail I got to blaze
For fans to show up to all my shows
And be amazed
I would love to win a grammy maybe even VMA
But I do it for the people who would pay to watch me play
Do it for the people who would pay to watch me play
Even if they're sneakin' in they send their love to center stage
When I ink a record deal I'll remain who I became
Through the stress and all the pain added fire to the flames



Credits
Writer(s): Haris Jaganjac
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