In this magnetic blend of swagger and introspection, Phony Ppl and Joey Bada$$ carve out a night where they let loose their untamed sides. Largely observers in their usual realms, they declare tonight as an exception. With a playful disclaimer, they're no longer bystanders but bold participants, diving into flirtations and adventures. Joey's reflective verses shine a light on success and the pivot from hustle to indulgence, contrasting their usual humility with a brash confidence. Amidst the opulent imagery of jewels and spliffs, it's a celebration of breaking the mold, embracing spontaneity, and savoring life's hedonistic pleasures—if only for a night.
On My Shit
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I play the outfield, that's usually
Humbly watchin', nope, not today
Put a disclaimer out 'cause I'm on my shit tonight
They never saw this side of the moon
Askin' me questions like, "Where'd you go?"
Put a disclaimer out 'cause I'm on my shit tonight
Your friend, she lookin' nice
I know that's your friend but she lookin' right
So, what's good with your friend? You and her tonight
I'm on my shit tonight
I'm feelin', fill a glass
We nah let no spliff pass
I'm 'bout to holla at her, quick, fast
Time flies, did that, these facts
A couple minutes of the chit-chat
You tryna parlay, yo, get back, uh
I told her straight, "I'm tryna hit that"
'Cause she was on my dick that night
I might just play some cash, go fuck up the game
Before the pillow touch my head
And maybe throw some change
Enough to fill a duffel bag
'Cause I don't give no shits, alright
I play the outfield, that's usually
Humbly watchin', nope, not today
Put a disclaimer out 'cause I'm on my shit tonight
They never saw this side of the moon
Askin' me questions like, "Where'd you go?"
Put a disclaimer out 'cause I'm on my shit tonight (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, uh, lately I've been livin' life (life)
2020 with the vision like (alright)
Same shit, just a different night (uh)
We don't take the same trips homie we on different flights (flights)
It's levels to this shit and we at different height (facts)
Plain Jane on the bezel and I got different types (I got different, whoa)
Vs1 on the chain, no, I got different ice
Know that money my lingo, talk to me nice
She see me doin' my thing, I made her pay the price
She walkin' to me like, uh, she want that sugar and a little spice
Tell her, I'm the nigga who could change her life (facts)
If she do me right (yeah)
I was busier today, but what you doin' tonight? (Yeah, brrt)
She hit me back like, "It's whatever you would like" (right)
I reply like, "This is why you're my type" (haha)
Yeah, uh, just send the addy, Bada$$ gon' slide
I scoop you up in that badass ride
Bring that ass outside (hahaha)
I play the outfield, that's usually
Humbly watchin', nope, not today
Put a disclaimer out 'cause I'm on my shit tonight
They never saw this side of the moon
Askin' me questions like, "Where'd you go?"
Put a disclaimer out 'cause I'm on my shit tonight
Writer(s): Aja Grant, Elijah Rene Austin, Ivan Barias, Mathew Samuel Byas, Omar Grant, Robert Booker, Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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