After Hours Confessional - Jg Benjamin & ATL Voy: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Jg Benjamin & ATL Voy

After Hours Confessional

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R&B/Soul

After Hours Confessional was released on March 12, 2026 by Slide House Records, LLC as a part of the album After Hours Confessions

Song Details

AlbumAfter Hours Confessions

Release DateMarch 12, 2026

LabelSlide House Records, LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jg Benjamin

Programming

ATL Voy

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

ATL Voy

Lyrics

Jesse Curtis Grady

Jesse Curtis Grady

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jg Benjamin

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah. The music quiet now. Doors locked. Tell 'em we ain't leaving 'til the sun talk.

That strobe light did you no justice, baby, truth be told

Now the blue hue of the city is makin' you look like gold

We went from the crowd watching, to just me watching you

Sippin' on that smooth dark, planning all the things we could do

The velvet booth is worn, yeah, it holds all the secrets

But my eyes ain't searching for surface,

I'm finding where your deep is

You got that money from the floor, yeah, you earned that cash

But the look you giving me now, baby, that's priceless, that's fast

I don't need a stack to talk, just lay your head back.

This silence is louder than the bassline ever was

Every whisper, every touch, built upon a secret cause

You stripped away the dollar signs, left the raw desire

Tell me what you really want, let's burn this thing up higher.

After Hours Confessional, yeah, you got my attention

No audience left, just pure, intimate connection

This high-rise view is better than the stage lights you chase

The only currency that matters is the look upon your face

So take your crown off, babe, lay down the velvet rope

This is where the real story starts, where we both lose hope.

Used to think this life was just the cars and the diamonds (Skrr!)

But I trade a thousand bands for this kind of alignment

Got the valet waiting outside, ain't worried 'bout the clock

That Hermès silk on your skin, yeah, that's the only rock

You got control of the room, you got control of me (Control!)

I’m talking $10k windows with the Atlanta breeze

Don't have to put on a show for me, baby, just exhale

'Cause what happens right now, it ain't gonna make the clientele.

This silence

After Hours Confessional, yeah, you got my attention

No audience left, just pure, intimate connection

This high-rise view is better than the stage lights you chase

The only currency that matters is the look upon your face

So take your crown off, babe, lay down the velvet rope

This is where the real story starts, where we both lose hope (in control).

Look at me. Don't look at the window. Everything they saw you do... that was the price. This?

This is the reward. No flash, no shouting. Just us and the truth.

Tell me your secret while the city sleeps. I won't tell a soul.

After Hours Confessional, yeah, you got my attention

No audience left, just pure, intimate connection

This high-rise view is better than the stage lights you chase

The only currency that matters is the look upon your face

So take your crown off, babe, lay down the velvet rope

This is where the real story starts, where we both lose hope

Lose control... Yeah... Just the truth now. Confessional... (Mmm.) Sleep well

Written by: ATL Voy, Jesse Curtis Grady

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