paroles de chanson After Dark - Offset

Turn up in 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 (Skrt)
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 hoe (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