歌词
[Verse 1]
A touch of jazz, y'all
Yeah, yeah, Madame Zenobia, y'all
Yo, they got us on the run like
[Verse 2]
Eight minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we gonna do? (I don't know, know, know)
Pressure is mounting, oh baby, now
How we gon' get through? (I don't know)
Can't go left (Uh uh)
Can't go right (Uh uh)
Don't know how we made it through the night (Come on, come on, come on)
Seven minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we gonna do? (Do it, do it)
[Verse 3]
It was once said by Black Thought that things fall apart
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart
The art of it made it interesting
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate
Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is playin' me, it'll either cost me or cost him
Told her she shoulda lost him (When?)
A while ago
'Cause dude'd drink a pile of Mo' and defile her, Joe
I ain't here to start on this ****
For me to wreck his broad, you can tell what I thought of this ****
Nickname was 'Smoke'
Don't know if that was 'cause of cigarettes (Or what?)
Or guns he tote
He called shots on the jack
So I wasn't tryna call his bluff
By his persona you can see he think he tough
If that wasn't enough, old girl had a son
This is wild like the West, I'm like Jess on the run, uh
[Verse 4]
Six minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we gonna do? (I don't know, know, know)
Pressure is mounting, oh baby, now
How we gon' get through? (Yo, I don't know)
Can't go left and (Uh uh)
Can't go right and (Uh uh)
Don't know how we made it through the night (Yo, we got)
Five minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we gonna do?
[Verse 5]
I understand that time is runnin' out
I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum straight
Thinkin' of a route to truncate
The streets is watchin', out is one way
I put myself in his Nikes
His position is: "A'ight, man, somebody bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like Rodman
Our plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki (When?)
'Round four, when she was comin' she would beep me
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye, I saw the stud I recognized (Who?)
One of Smoke's guys, to stay outta sight I tried
Told Jill Scott, to meet we coulda picked a better spot
On some "Nobody's supposed to be here" **** like Deborah Cox
Looked at my watch, and I don't even got a watch
Felt for my Glock
Damn it, I don't even got a Glock, yo
[Verse 6]
Four minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we gonna do? (I don't know, know, know)
Pressure is mounting, oh baby, now
How we gon' get through? (I don't know)
Can't go left and (Uh uh)
Can't go right and (Uh uh)
Don't know how we made it through the night (Come on, come on)
Three minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we gonna do? (Do it, do it)
[Verse 7]
Pressure, p-pressure, what? The pressure's cookin'
It ain't good lookin'
Like a black promoter, I'm talkin' bookin'
Not that I'm spooked of dude, I could whoop him
But he was on the horn, informin' the rest of them hoodlums (Aw, a'ight)
Usually I wouldn't fight over a woman
Old girl had the sunshine
Was messed up
On Smoke's payroll was one time
My pager went off, it read one line
"Come get me from Halstead"
I'm thinkin', "This is money-bar ****"
Went to the phone quick, called her (What happened?)
Her line was busy
Situation No.9 got my mind dizzy
Wondered if this plan was designed to get me
I'd been drinkin' too strong to be thinkin' too long
By 40, goin' North, I'm doin' 50
Headed for the spot, askin' God to be with me
And lately she has been actin' shifty (But what?)
But then it hit me, it hit me, it hit me
[Verse 8]
Two minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we gonna do? (I don't know, know, know)
Pressure is mounting, oh baby, now
How we gon' get through? (I said I don't know)
Can't go left (Uh uh)
Can't go right (Uh uh)
Don't know how we made it through the night (Yo, we got)
One minutes to sunrise, my baby, now
What are we, what are we (What, what, what?)
One minute
One, one, one minute
One, one, one minute
One, one, one minute
Written by: Common, Jill Scott

