AFTER HOURS Lyrics

Running low on dopamine, working after hours

Smoking on that devil's green, Mary Jane my flowers

I layer up my tennis chain, my neck like meteor shower

I do what I want, higher than millennium falcon

Yeah

And I'm fly just like Aladdin, need the front end and the back end

Hit my phone, she send attachments

And my wrist I need a patek, and my bitch I need the baddest

And my whip I need the fastest

Skrrtin' off like NASCAR

Mentally, I'm in paradise, palm trees

My daydreams are maladaptive, been like that for years

I don't give a fuck another planet where I live

I get so high we can't play it-, play it-, play it-, play it

Running low on dopamine, working after hours

Smoking on that devil's green, Mary Jane my flowers

I layer up my tennis chain, my neck like meteor shower

I do what I want, higher than millennium falcon

Yeah

Millennium falcon

EA

EA sports it's in the game, we don't fuck with lames no

Brand new choker chain, on my way home from the bank hoe

She gon' give me brain, like she studying for finals

And I'ma lay it down like I'm fillin' in some potholes

Yeah!

In my whip avoiding potholes

All your stories got plot holes

All your stories got plot-, plot

Running low on dopamine, working after hours

Smoking on that devil's green, Mary Jane my flowers

I layer up my tennis chain, my neck like meteor shower

I do what I want, higher than millennium falcon