Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - After Dark lyrics

[Intro] Haha, haha Yeah, ayy (After dark) [Chorus: Drake & Static Major] In a whip so low No one's gotta know (after dark) Knockin' at your door I don't gotta work anymore (after dark) You can Put your phone out here, girl, you need two hands (after dark) You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark [Verse 1: Drake & Static Major] 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) [Chorus: Drake, Static Major & Ty Dolla $ign] In a whip so low 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 out here, girl, you need two hands (ooh, yeah), after dark You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] 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, "f** these n***as," 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 Umm, pulled up to the shorty, we got Ghosts And when it's time to duck it we can go [Chorus: Drake, Static Major & Ty Dolla $ign] In a whip so low 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 out here, girl, you need two hands (ooh, yeah), after dark You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up, for after dark [Outro: Al Wood] 93.7, WBLK [?], 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 Troupe 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.