Lyrics Long Night (feat. Chance the Rapper) - Hoodie Allen , Chance the Rapper
Hi,
can
I
talk
to
Teresa?
Oh,
this
is
her
mom?
Oh,
you
Mother
Teresa?
Aw,
I
like
that.
Don't
you
tell
me
that
it's
all
right
Because
I'm
anticipating
a
long
night
Man,
I've
been
up
so
damn
early
that
I'm
sleepwalkin'
Now
my
eyes
are
looking
like
Macaulay
Culkin's
Watch
me
roll
around
the
city
like
I'm
Steve
Hawkins
These
bitches
Waka
flock
to
us
when
we
walk
in
They
wanna
act
like
it's
a
big
deal,
Ron
Burgundy
I'm
underground
but
I'm
poppin'
up
commercially
I
keep
it
buzzing
like
I'm
a
fuckin'
worker
bee
So
I'mma
need
a
couple
Gs
if
you
want
a
verse
with
me
So
let
me
take
your
pay
check
Now
you
gotta
find
another
way
to
pay
rent
Your
life
sucks
like
the
Ravens
You
ain't
been
on
a
date
yet
I
take
your
girl
to
dinner
Then
go
home
and
have
some
great
sex
Yeah,
this
gon'
be
a
long
night
I
guarantee
it,
we
probably
gon'
see
the
sunlight
Before
our
eyes
wide
shut
I'mma
make
a
couple
bucks
And
a
couple
hundred
drinks,
we
about
to
turn
it
up,
like...
Don't
you
tell
me
that
it's
all
right
Because
I'm
anticipating
a
long
night
Ooh,
woah
Grab
a
Corona
and
pass
out
in
the
tub
And
when
I
wake
up
everything
will
be
all
right,
all
right
Yeah,
I
keep
on
running
'til
I'm
red
up
in
the
face
Had
a
party
at
the
crib,
everyone
was
hella
grate-ful
Wait
a
minute,
got
a
bedroom
full
of
strangers
I
ain't
talking
Danny
Granger,
but
I'm
running
out
of
Pacers
I
mean
patience,
nah,
nothing
can
phase
us
I
know
you
say
your
name
but,
my
mind
was
on
vacation
Can't
track
that
down,
too
many
chasers
I
can't
pack
that
crowd,
too
many
lame-sters
So
let's
just
kick
it
in
the
back
of
my
apartment
Or
at
Madison
Square
Garden,
we
could
go
and
watch
the
Rangers
Central
Park
where
we
could
go
until
it's
dark
And
when
somebody
try
to
stalk
you
I
just
keep
you
out
of
danger
So
come
to
the
crib
just
hop
in
Benz
first
I'm
after
the
cat,
but
I
don't
mean
Chesire
Uh,
shout
out
to
Pat,
he
look
like
a
Hemsworth
I'm
kickin'
it
with
Chance
so
baby
don't
say
the
N-word
Don't
you
tell
me
that
it's
all
right
Because
I'm
anticipating
a
long
night
Ooh,
woah
Grab
a
Corona
and
pass
out
in
the
tub
And
when
I
wake
up
everything
will
be
all
right,
all
right
Chance?
The
rapper?
Ashin
Ls
in
a
hotel
sink
Management
swears
that
the
hotel
stink
Whole
time
I'm
yellin
hold
up
a
minute
while
the
doorbell
rings
When
old
coke
glistening
on
my
nose
earring
And
niggas
just
tryna
function
'til
a
nigga
can't
function
And
the
weed
so
pungent
that
I
probably
won't
punch
it
And
imported
in
punches
and
they
actin'
inpugnant
With
a
rock
and
a
pin
and
they
say
pin
I'm
actin'
100
And
I
turn
up
turn
up
turn
up
Get
high
burn
up
burn
up
burn
up
I'm
fucked
up
and
she's
fucked
up
and
We
not
gon'
remember
tonight
so
Let's
fuck
in
a
Wendy's
bathroom
Get
frosty,
forget
the
Sprite
Don't
you
tell
me
that
it's
all
right
Because
I'm
anticipating
a
long
night
Ooh,
woah
Grab
a
Corona
and
pass
out
in
the
tub
And
when
I
wake
up
everything
will
be
all
right,
all
right
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