What Time Is It? (feat. Innanet James)

Lou Phelps - What Time Is It? (feat. Innanet James) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lou Phelps]It's 'bout 10 PM, bruh's in my DMTalking 'bout a house party at the quatrièmeI had time to think, got dishes in the sinkMama wouldn't let a nigga step out of the houseAlthough she was asleep passed out on the couchI think it's my time to bouncePut on the flashiest shoes that a nigga could findDon't say nothing to me, it's my time to shineUm, I reminisce about my sexy chickBut a brother needed to nut, so it didn't mean shitUsually they teach you about the birds and the beesWe squirrels in high school, something like high siege, umGuess who's here, look who's thereI used to be the man way back in the dayTo get down was my thing, that's what they would sayNext morning go to church, repent sins and prayMe and this baby had an unholy unionLocking eyes ever since I was a juniorI took it that she didn't want to be seenNow shawty's with me, so I'm living the dreamUm, started feeling freaky vibrationsMy pocket held the informationSo I pulled out my phone, got 12 missed callsMama after me but I don't give a what[Hook: Lou Phelps]What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)[Interlude: Lou Phelps]As I was walking in snowy DecemberThinking about my shortyAnd all the bumping and grinding we gonna doMy mama kept calling, I wasn't tryna answerI ain't even make it to the house party yetInnanet James called me to tell me how his night went[Verse 2: Innanet James]Let's end the night in reverse, it's like 6 AMJust crept in, crept so my mom slept inWhat a plan but the wood floors, did what they good forCreep fucked the creep up, dial back to 5Whip full of women asking where to dine at the timeI said a diner? she said "Nah, vagina is fine"So an hour after that, and that was all I tellIn hotels, smoking what we rolled that threeAn hour later, Im like I felt like CheechFelt like I believed I could fly for the momentTwo in the morning, bottle right beside me, openTake it to the head, like fuck itWhat great judgment, slurrin all my words in publicBut it's fine, I ain't gotta drive belovedMy eyes is bloodyMary I ain't hiding nothingWhat a time to be alive, ah its back to oneMy cousin's calling often, like "Let's kick it"Kick back at mine, full of fine Habesha womenCan I kick it? Yes I can, like MessiKick it like Ed, like Edd, like EddySaid I hit your phone, moe its lit get readyWe was gon' ride out, honeycomb hide outMama said "Honey, get home before the lights out"And that was my night, and it was alright[Hook: Lou Phelps]What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)What time is it? (oh yeah)What time is it? (I don't care)