Drake, Static Major and Ty Dolla $ign - After Dark

Aha, aha
Yeah, ayy
(After dark)

In a 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 a whip solo, no one's gotta know
No one's gotta know (after dark)
Knocking at your door, I don't gotta work anymore
I don't gotta work no more (after dark)
You can put your phone down (ooh, yeah)
You gonna need two hands, after dark (ooh, yeah)
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 vibes 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
Umm, pulled up to the show than we got ghosts
And when it's after dark anything goes (after dark)

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 down (ooh, yeah)
You gonna need two hands, after dark (ooh, yeah)
You can't get enough
Girl, you know I set it up for after dark

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Written by:
Gerald Maxwell Rivera, Tyrone Griffin, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Aubrey Drake Graham, Melvin Ragin, Noah Shebib, Joe Kent

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