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letra de night time - frontline (nz)

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
let me tell you now
[?] it’s a go, phone ringin’ at home
quick pickin’ up – “wassup?” oh sh-t, it’s the bros
“what’s up for the night?” got nothing sussed
“if you goin’ out, come to town, yo, [?]”
check the watch, it’s quarter to ten
i got about an hour to shower and sort out my threads
i gotta give fresh like crackers at an islander school
[?] ain’t no tellin’ just what i’m gonna do
[?] i’m in a mood for it, i got a rep
i got some fresh dunks that’s matchin’ the colours i’m wearin’, plus
dabbed in a blue sweater, a new era
the dude fresher than who? perfume be the truth, gеt up
head out the door to hail me a taxi, man
‘causе i don’t wanna cause no accidents
but at the taxi stand, i’m wavin’ at cabs
and none stop for me, they ain’t tryna have me, man
i’m like, “d-mn” (and no one here seems to care) (d-mn)
that it’s freezin’ just standin’ here
this sh-t is random, you think i look brown? the way they actin’
this must be how a tongan feels catchin’ a cab, man
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
night time is, sh-t, right time for sh-t
it really goes down, you know how this is
we really go out, we broke down the sh-t
we so out of it, we go wild like this
night time is, sh-t, right time for sh-t
it really goes down, you know how this is
we really go out, we broke down the sh-t
we so out of it, we go wild like this

[verse 2]
night time and sh-t, right time for sh-t
we be on the lookout for some like-minded chicks
if they look like brooke, i throw a lifeline [?]
might buy some drinks, might try some things
yeah, motherf-ckers, i’m in a place
a lil late ’cause the taxi driver’s tryna hate, but hey
i’m here now, i’m ready to set it off on ’em
plenty hot girls and dudes is gettin’ off on it
you know the type, all the rugby dudes
dancin’ with their thumbs up, tryna bust their moves
wearin’ diesel shoes and [?] too
man, i play the game like russell coots, i just cruise
movin’ to the bar, smooth, pull out the card
this dude puts out his arm, moves into my path
i can’t pass him ’cause he tryna speak to me
“yo, cross-eyed, bro, your lyrics are the meanest, g!”
geez (and no one here seems to care)
that he over here k!llin’ my ears
now usually, i won’t even give a dude like this no talk
but the dude look like [?] with a brohawk
i’m thinking like, ‘oh lord, just leave me alone, dog’
i’m tryna act like somebody is ringin’ my phone, dog
i try to bounce, i’m out, say to him, “shot, bro”
but he like, “nah, come, let me buy you a shot, bro”
[interlude]
come on, just let me buy you a shot
one shot

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
night time is, sh-t, right time for sh-t
it really goes down, you know how this is
we really go out, we broke down the sh-t
we so out of it, we go wild like this
night time is, sh-t, right time for sh-t
it really goes down, you know how this is
we really go out, we broke down the sh-t
we so out of it, we go wild like this

[verse 3]
one turn into two, two turn into three (uh)
three turn into four (uh), still givin’ me more (uh)
four turn into five (uh), five turn into six (uh)
mind startin’ to slip, i’m motherf-ckin’ p-ssed
sh-t, now this dude done did it
i’m unwitted, drunk, slippin’, is this room just spinnin’ or what?
i’m flippin’ out tryna think wassup
it ain’t all good ’cause i don’t really drink that much
f-ck, just figurin’ what’s real or fake
you know how shots have a way of makin’ chicks lose weight
hey, say, she look kinda dope, i wouldn’t try though
’cause my beer goggles give a [?] diet, oh
obnoxiously, my talkin’s in proximity
to those around, all of them frown, they’re not feelin’ me
clown and talkin’ sh-t, reachin’ at honey’s
on some matthew rich sh-t, no one thinks that i’m funny
bouncers neither amused by me, random neither
shoutin’ “call it a night right now, you leavin’, get out”
[interlude]
all right, that’s you all about wrapped up, mate, come on
on your way, there’s the door, see ya later

[interlude]
message received wednesday
february the 2nd at 5:12 a.m
“yo, it’s steve
you motherf-cker, where’s the
melbourne after party, b-tch
f-ckin’ drunk in a hotel
and i just wanted to call and say
you’re a motherf-cker [?]
[?]

- frontline nz

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