"After Dark" lyrics
(feat. Static Major and Ty Dolla Sign)
Ha ha, ha ha
Yeah, ayy (After dark)
In the whip solo
No one's gotta know (After dark)
Knockin' at your door
I don't gotta work anymore (After dark)
You can
Put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands (After dark)
You can't get enough
Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark
Late night like Left Eye, I'm creepin'
Assuming the worst 'cause I haven't heard from you all weekend
Your silence is drivin' me up the wall, up the wall
I cannot tell if you're duckin' calls or missin' calls
'Cause you've been so patient
I drink on the job and smoke on the job
So, I don't know how serious you take it
Can't offer much more, you've heard it before
That narrative for me isn't changin'
I wanna make you a priority
I wanna let you know there's more to me
I wanna have your faith restored in me
I'll be on my way (After dark)
In the whip solo, no one's gotta know
(No one's gotta know) after dark
Knockin' at your door, I don't gotta work anymore
(I don't gotta work no more) after dark
You can, put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah) after dark
You can't get enough
Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark
Late night, me and you, got you wet like the pool
Then I'm tryna dive in, put some time in, yeah
Get the vibe right, get your mind right
It's gon' be a long night (Ooh yeah)
Put your feet in this water, don't wanna get your hair wet
We've hooked up a couple times, we ain't took it there yet
You broke up with your man and ain't been with nobody else
You like, "Fuck these niggas," rather keep it to yourself
He did you wrong, he left you down bad
Now you can't trust nobody
You said, "Do anything, but just don't lie to me"
I said I ride for you, girl, you said you ride for me
Um, pulled up to the show then we got ghost
And when it's after dark anything goes
In the whip solo, no one's gotta know
(No one's gotta know) after dark
Knockin' at your door, I don't gotta work anymore
(I don't gotta work no more) after dark
You can, put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah) after dark
You can't get enough
Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark
93.7, WBLK, [?] at the Quiet Storm, taking you right there with Hall & Oates. Moving you through the storm in what is now 19 minutes after 10 o'clock. Thanks for your phone calls as we get you closer to your requests and dedications. Phone lines are open for you to send a love, your love note dedications. 644-9393, call me. Coming up, we will head through your storm with Troop, Fantasia, Chaka Khan, my Funny Valentine Jill Scott, giving you whatever and more, the selected music of Mr. Luther Vandross, as we kick off your first hour of the most selective, most seductive, most relaxing four hours of the 93-7. It's Al Wood and you are safe, soft and warm, in the loving embrace of my storm on BLK
Yeah, ayy (After dark)
In the whip solo
No one's gotta know (After dark)
Knockin' at your door
I don't gotta work anymore (After dark)
You can
Put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands (After dark)
You can't get enough
Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark
Late night like Left Eye, I'm creepin'
Assuming the worst 'cause I haven't heard from you all weekend
Your silence is drivin' me up the wall, up the wall
I cannot tell if you're duckin' calls or missin' calls
'Cause you've been so patient
I drink on the job and smoke on the job
So, I don't know how serious you take it
Can't offer much more, you've heard it before
That narrative for me isn't changin'
I wanna make you a priority
I wanna let you know there's more to me
I wanna have your faith restored in me
I'll be on my way (After dark)
In the whip solo, no one's gotta know
(No one's gotta know) after dark
Knockin' at your door, I don't gotta work anymore
(I don't gotta work no more) after dark
You can, put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah) after dark
You can't get enough
Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark
Late night, me and you, got you wet like the pool
Then I'm tryna dive in, put some time in, yeah
Get the vibe right, get your mind right
It's gon' be a long night (Ooh yeah)
Put your feet in this water, don't wanna get your hair wet
We've hooked up a couple times, we ain't took it there yet
You broke up with your man and ain't been with nobody else
You like, "Fuck these niggas," rather keep it to yourself
He did you wrong, he left you down bad
Now you can't trust nobody
You said, "Do anything, but just don't lie to me"
I said I ride for you, girl, you said you ride for me
Um, pulled up to the show then we got ghost
And when it's after dark anything goes
In the whip solo, no one's gotta know
(No one's gotta know) after dark
Knockin' at your door, I don't gotta work anymore
(I don't gotta work no more) after dark
You can, put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah) after dark
You can't get enough
Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark
93.7, WBLK, [?] at the Quiet Storm, taking you right there with Hall & Oates. Moving you through the storm in what is now 19 minutes after 10 o'clock. Thanks for your phone calls as we get you closer to your requests and dedications. Phone lines are open for you to send a love, your love note dedications. 644-9393, call me. Coming up, we will head through your storm with Troop, Fantasia, Chaka Khan, my Funny Valentine Jill Scott, giving you whatever and more, the selected music of Mr. Luther Vandross, as we kick off your first hour of the most selective, most seductive, most relaxing four hours of the 93-7. It's Al Wood and you are safe, soft and warm, in the loving embrace of my storm on BLK
Writer(s): Floyd Meriweather, Melvin M. Ragin, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Aubrey Drake Graham, Maxwell Gerald Davis Menard, Noah James Shebib, Joe Anthony Kent, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
