クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hustle Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Durham
Composer
Translee Macklin
Composer
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Composer
C. Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chandler Durham
Producer
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Derek Anderson
Recording Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
It's four AM, the night is still young
Still young, ooh
The world's so fucked up, but it's still fun
Still fun when I'm with you
They ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
Every day, every day, me and you on the highway
And I been looking for a real one
Real one, I found it with you
[Verse 2]
Make the prisons of the world go away
Paycheck go away
Do anything for you, have it your way
Have it your way
Call it my place, call it your place
Keep that ass warm like a North Face
Days when you asking me for your space
I avoid those like a court case
Yeah, I did think it were in poor taste
Asked you for forgiveness with a straight face
We had make up sex and partied every day
Somewhere in Jamaica tryna crash a party
Drinking till somebody hold a toilet
Days flapping shit, the party's ongoing
Johnny Walker got it going going
Ask her if she drunk, she said, so annoying, hey
And that's how you in real life make me feel like
I'm up so high, been up all night
You by my side, it's gon' be alright
Me without you, it ain't gon' go right
But let's enjoy life, girl, this your night
Give us more shots till we see daylight
Give us more shots till we see daylight
[Verse 3]
It's four AM, the night is still young
Still young, ooh
The world's so fucked up, but it's still fun
Still fun when I'm with you
They ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
Every day, every day, me and you on the highway
And I been looking for a real one
Real one, I found it with you
[Verse 4]
Baby girl, I'm still tryna deal with the pressure
Pressure I'm on a lil' extra
A young **** still want a Tesla
Straight line through life like Drexler
Look at me, I done got saucy
Wax on, wax off, no car key
Push start, push start, but don't start me
Look at me and see art, I'm artsy
Moved all the way from 'Bama
Crossed roads in a MC Hammer
We gotta get this on camera
Can't sway my mind, I got the L's , girl
I ain't with the hoopla, I ain't with the jazz
I ain't been to Utah, I ain't cheapen my worth
I ain't with the coupon, I ain't never gotta chill
I ain't with the woosah, who you think you is?
Don't lie, shit
And life been stressful enough
Just need me a stress reliever on deck
With the egg beater when it's breakfast time
I'ma keep me a rubber, it's electrifying
No magazine, good sex advice
When I come with the prize, don't act surprised
Cut out the petty shit and scratch the lies
Let's maximize
[Verse 5]
It's four AM, the night is still young
Still young, ooh
The world's so fucked up, but it's still fun
Still fun when I'm with you
They ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
Every day, every day, me and you on the highway
And I been looking for a real one
Real one, I found it with you
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr, C. Harris, Chandler Durham, Translee Macklin
