Open Late

[Intro: Vansire] I could see you from the drive-thru Moving too fast Ooh yeah Right where Broadway hits the railroad Baby, don't crash [Break] What do you think about hitting taco? It's like 2:30 AM Oh, yeah, for sure, let's roll Crunchwrap Rucksack This is not— Dunlap It's you know, it's not an ad It's just raw It's— it's just what we want (Yeah) OK, can I get uh— [Verse: Mick Jenkins] Open late, we always workin Ain't never closed curtains when you not on the stage Might put you on the TV if you hot on the page Now we getting new paper baby, hot off the press A traffic jam and it's like streets a rage I know we blessed More than burning this sage and more than burning incense Morning breath when I tell them this truth It's how they react it's clockwork You start to tug at the roots I mean that's how Black thought work They got you running in boots You couldn't match with our speed You couldn't match with our weed You smell a sack through a purse And somehow we still got seconds to bliss No oven mitts, I hold heat like this shit never hurt Cold-pressed shit fresh to the taste We open late I got the opportunity but my mans' holding the space It ain't a race It ain't a race