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