Lyrics What Time Is It? - Lou Phelps

What Time Is It?

It’s 'bout 10 PM, bruh’s in my DM
Talking 'bout a house party at the quatrième
I had time to think, got dishes in the sink
Mama wouldn’t let a nigga step out of the house
Although she was asleep passed out on the couch
I think it’s my time to bounce
Put on the flashiest shoes that a nigga could find
Don’t say nothing to me, it’s my time to shine
Um, I reminisce about my sexy chick
But a brother needed to nut, so it didn’t mean shit
Usually they teach you about the birds and the bees
We squirrels in high school, something like high siege, um
Guess who’s here, look who’s there
I used to be the man way back in the day
To get down was my thing, that’s what they would say
Next morning go to church, repent sins and pray
Me and this baby had an unholy union
Locking eyes ever since I was a junior
I took it that she didn’t want to be seen
Now shawty’s with me, so I’m living the dream
Um, started feeling freaky vibrations
My pocket held the information
So I pulled out my phone, got 12 missed calls
Mama after me but I don’t give a what
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)
As I was walking in snowy December
Thinking about my shorty
And all the bumping and grinding we gonna do
My mama kept calling, I wasn’t tryna answer
I ain’t even make it to the house party yet
Innanet James called me to tell me how his night went
Let’s end the night in reverse, it’s like 6 AM
Just crept in, crept so my mom slept in
What a plan but the wood floors, did what they good for
Creep fucked the creep up, dial back to 5
Whip full of women asking where to dine at the time
I said a diner?
she said «Nah, vagina is fine»
So an hour after that, and that was all I tell
In hotels, smoking what we rolled that three
An hour later, Im like I felt like Cheech
Felt like I believed I could fly for the moment
Two in the morning, bottle right beside me, open
Take it to the head, like fuck it
What great judgment, slurrin all my words in public
But it’s fine, I ain’t gotta drive beloved
My eyes is bloody
Mary I ain’t hiding nothing
What a time to be alive, ah its back to one
My cousin’s calling often, like «Let's kick it»
Kick back at mine, full of fine Habesha women
Can I kick it?
Yes I can, like Messi
Kick it like Ed, like Edd, like Eddy
Said I hit your phone, moe its lit get ready
We was gon' ride out, honeycomb hide out
Mama said «Honey, get home before the lights out»
And that was my night, and it was alright
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)
What time is it?
(oh yeah)
What time is it?
(I don’t care)