Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song After Dark , by - Drake. Release date: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
After Dark |
| Haha, haha |
| Yeah, ayy |
| (After dark) |
| In a whip so low, no one’s gotta know |
| Knocking at your door, I don’t gotta work anymore |
| You can put your phone out here girl, you need two hands |
| You can’t get enough, girl, you know I set it up for after dark |
| Late night, like left eye |
| I’m creepin', assuming the worst 'cause I haven’t heard from you all weekend |
| Your silence is driving me up the wall, up the wall |
| I cannot tell if you’re ducking calls or missing calls 'cause |
| You’ve been so patient |
| I drink on the job and smoke on the job |
| So I don’t know how serious you take it |
| Can’t offer much more, you’ve heard it before |
| That narrative for me isn’t changing |
| I wanna make you a priority |
| I wanna let you know there’s more to me |
| I wanna have your faith restored in me |
| I’ll be on my way |
| In a whip so low, no one’s gotta know (no one’s gotta know) |
| Knocking at your door, I don’t gotta work anymore (I don’t gotta work no more) |
| You can put your phone out here girl, you need two hands (ooh, yeah) |
| You can’t get enough, girl, you know I set it up for after dark |
| Late night, me and you, got you wet like the pool |
| Then I’m tryna dive in, put some time in, yeah |
| Get the vibe right, get your mind right, it’s gon' be a long night (ooh yeah) |
| Put your feet in this water, don’t wanna get your hair wet |
| We’ve hooked up a couple times, we ain’t took it there yet |
| You broke up with your man and ain’t been with nobody else |
| You like, «Fuck these niggas,"rather keep it to yourself |
| He did you wrong, he left you down bad |
| Now you can’t trust nobody |
| You said, «Do anything, but just don’t lie to me» |
| I said I ride for you, girl, you said you ride for me |
| Umm, pulled up to the shorty, we got drugs |
| And when it’s time to duck it, we can go |
| In a whip so low, no one’s gotta know (no one’s gotta know) |
| Knocking at your door, I don’t gotta work anymore (I don’t gotta work no more) |
| You can put your phone out here girl, you need two hands (ooh, yeah) |
| You can’t get enough, girl, you know I set it up for after dark |
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