Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song After Dark, artist - Offset. Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
After Dark |
| Turn up the headphones quite a bit |
| We in Paris with this shit, ya know I’m sayin'? |
| Yes, sir |
| Rest in peace my brother Paris Brown, nah mean? |
| Lightning strike after dark |
| What’s the price? |
| Up the bar |
| Used to fight, the streets is harsh |
| I wasn’t right, locked behind bars |
| Stealing the cars, servin' the narcs |
| The money I gain, all for the art |
| Whole lot of pain, black in my heart |
| I know she ashamed, I broke her heart |
| Shit got real just a week ago (Real) |
| My dog got killed just a week ago (Killed) |
| He was in the field, that’s just how it go (Field) |
| Picking cotton out the field, that’s just how it go (Field) |
| Mind twisted and I’m thinking about the shit I lost (Mind twist) |
| Shit wicked, how your brother be done took you off (Shit wicked) |
| He a boss, but he wanna be the bigger boss (Bigger boss) |
| I’m a menace, I’m on codeine, I can’t get up off (Codeine) |
| They think I’m perfect 'cause the fame and I got plenty flaws (Perfect) |
| Got a bigger vault, let the ciggy talk (Hey) |
| The whole city talk when I pull the titties out (Skrrt) |
| Watching Mickey Mouse now you gotta kill a mouse |
| Lightning strike after dark |
| What’s the price? |
| Up the bar |
| Used to fight, the streets is harsh |
| I wasn’t right, locked behind bars |
| Stealing the cars, servin' the narcs |
| The money I gain, all for the art |
| Whole lot of pain, black in my heart |
| I know she ashamed, I broke her heart |
| I get bread by the loaf (Bread) |
| Bought a Lamb, bought a boat (Lamb) |
| Cookin' up a chicken, wash my hand off with soap (Soap) |
| He done took the stand, they gonna kill him down the road (He told) |
| MacBook Pro, how I bend over your ho (Yeah) |
| Make her bow down, I’m the king of this shit |
| Give me the crown now (Crown) |
| Diamond rings and they hittin' like bling-blaow (Bling-blaow) |
| Got you lookin' for your bitch like Juntao (Juntao) |
| She came off the fame, you can’t do none (Fame) |
| You done lost your whole brain tryna prove some |
| (Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow) The police shoot em' |
| Now the black man dead, this a re-run (Ooh) |
| If you open up your eyes, you can see som' (Yeah) |
| Lightning strike after dark |
| What’s the price? |
| Up the bar |
| Used to fight, the streets is harsh |
| I wasn’t right, locked behind bars |
| Stealing the cars, servin' the narcs |
| The money I gain, all for the art |
| Whole lot of pain, black in my heart |
| I know she ashamed, I broke her heart |
| Shit got real just a week ago |
| My dog got killed just a week ago |
| He was in the field, that’s just how it go |
| Picking cotton out the field, that’s just how it go |
| Mind twisted and I’m thinking about the shit I lost |
| Shit wicked, how your brother be done took you off |
| He a boss, but he wanna be the bigger boss |