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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Dylan Wissing
Dylan Wissing
Drums
Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
Guitar
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Songwriter
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Songwriter
Lawrence Smith
Lawrence Smith
Songwriter
Maureen Reid
Maureen Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NO-ID
NO-ID
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer

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We in the time of our lives baby (b-baby) Turn the music up, Primetime (b-b-baby, b-b-baby, baby, b-b-baby) Yeah, Primetime, Beat by Dion, Our third eon That's what the f**k we on Mo' money, 40 year old phenom Our 15 minutes of fame has stretched beyond At 42 be better than 24, I carried the 4-5, mastered 48 laws Still wearing my 23's they can't f**k with the boy As far as them 16's, I'm 23 of it all Primetime, riding that 6 deuce That 9-11 I only subtract the roof Started in 88', Got warm in 92', I landed in 96' That's the year I came through I hit the club, ordered some Grey Goose Switched it for Ciroc to give Puff's stock a boost New money, I found the fountain of youth I'm headed to Miami to f**k up the Fontaine Bleu A case of Ace, make it 2, Ni**a we rolling, beat the deuce The night is young, what the f**k we gon' do (ooh) (baby, baby, baby) The night is young, what the f**k you wanna do, huh (baby, baby, baby) The night is young, what the f**k we gon' do, huh (baby, baby, baby) The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh (baby, baby, baby) Primetime, basking in the lime Cassius in his prime, Coloring out of the line Cause they don't want nobody that's colored out of the lines So I'm late as a mother***er, colored people time Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes? Well, Adam gave up a rib so mine better be prime Ni**as gon kill me, I swear they better be lying I never live in fear, I'm too out of my mind Primetime, never hit these heights I mean it's like, it's like our first 1st class flight I'm trippin' on it, socks on marble floors I'm slippin' on it, Champagne, I'm sippin' on it Sh*t taste different, don't it? You know what, you right It's like the best damn champagne I had in my life "When you coming home" That's a text from my wife I told her, run a bubble bath And float in that mother***er like a hovercraft And soak in that mother***er til I call you back I mean who says sh*t like that, and doesn't laugh (un-huh) (baby, baby, baby) The night is young, what the f**k you wanna do, huh (baby, baby, baby) The night is young, what the f**k we gon' do, huh (baby, baby, baby) The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh (baby, baby, baby)
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Shawn C. Carter, Russell W. Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Maureen Elizabeth Reid, Ernest Dion Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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