8AM in Charlotte Lyrics by Drake is a newly released English song produced by Conductor Williams. The latest song 8AM in Charlotte Lyrics is written by Drake & Conductor Williams. The music video was published on October 5, 2023.
8AM in Charlotte Song Details:
| Song: | 8AM in Charlotte |
| Singer(s): | Drake |
| Produced by: | Conductor Williams |
| Written by: | Drake & Conductor Williams |
| Lebel: | Drake |
8AM in Charlotte Lyrics
Alright Adonis, tell me about your beautiful piece of artwork that you sold me
So, it’s the same story
So, the goat was running away from the other mon- from the other monsters, and-and the other animals
And, um, a flower blocking the way
Um, so, the flower’s on fire
The racing car was maybe helping the goat
And there was this-some stairs, who’s like a jail stairs
And there was-and there was, um, one person who was like, on top and he got killed by the stai-by the trap
Okay, so it’s almost like a little story?
Yes
And what is SBW?
So, I-it’s not a word, but i just wanted to write SBW
Okay, you like those letters?
Si
And what-and-and daddy’s name is next to the goat, does that mean that he’s the GOAT?
Yes, so it’s Daddy Goat
Daddy Goat? Yeah
That makes perfect sense to me
And you wanna-you wanna talk about how much-how much money you got for your beautiful drawing?
Oh, please (*Laughter*)
Conductor, we-
Yeah
I’m out here on the road, you can hear it in the voice
Ahem, still get this shit off tho
Look
The money speakin’ for itself, I call it fortune tell
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
Chinchilla, ushanka, we skiin’ out in Courchevel
Breaking news, they tried to kill ‘em, but the boy prevails
I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin’ go to jail
Preachin’ to the dogs about wantin’ more for themselves
It’s weighin’ heavy on my moral scale
Knowin’ they gon sell another citizen ‘cane, they think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like, “How the fuck you need more Chanel?”
I got these cats tuckin’ tails on fourth quarter sales
I’m used to seein’ tears drop over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say we gotta talk about us, I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I’m gettin’ under your skin like an orange peel
‘Cause your words don’t match your actions like a foreign film
And now it’s silence in the Lamb’ like the horror film
Things get quiet after me statin’ the obvious
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
That October sky is lookin’ ominous, the money is autonomous
Shoutout to Oliver Noah, if he out in Rome doin’ Toronto shit
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
I’m in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I’m a hobbyist
Hoes waiting on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight out of the consolate
Where I go, you go brother, we’re Yugoslavian
Formal is a dress code, dawg, so many checks owed, I feel Czechoslovakian
Nigga, what the fuck?
Nah, I’m movin’ different right now, for real, like
I feel like if Michael switched out the glove for the pen, like
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
Look
Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
Metal detectors beepin’ and security bypass
The numbers goin’ up, somebody pull up the line graph
The days are goin’ by, it’s like I’m living in time lapse
They talkin’ to Adel like he majored in finance
Shania Twain, note pad, I’m making it line dance
You tryna rob me and it’s gon’ feel like you sittin’ at your favorite restaurant, ’cause nigga, that’s where you dyin’ at
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
I’m preachin’ to the dogs about cleanin’ they images
I swear I’m like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
Long kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
Guess what’s really brackin’ like this verse in parenthesis
I’m givin’ hits to niggas on some, don’t even mention it
Like, don’t even worry about it, like
You can hit me back whenever, or-
Or don’t, you know?
It is what it is, it’s just-
Yeah, hm
Look
You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
Not having enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
You niggas obsessed with me and it’s not on no hetero vibe
Handle beef so quiet, you think that I’m lettin’ it slide
Next thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we makin’ your memories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatin’ around like the Kennedy guy
I’ll prolly hold a grudge against you guys ’til I’m seventy-five
Ayy, niggas lying for a living, I couldn’t relate
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn’t be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
That’s why you got deserted by your niggas, like pudding and cake
I got you on camera bowing down, but the footage is safe
Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
Thank God, at the crib, dippin’ my foot in the lake
I swear that y’all turning me into the villain, I couldn’t escape
Not sayin that I’m the best at what I do
I’m just saying it’s me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick anyone of the “who’s who”’s, I got two 2’s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
Niggas steady cryin’ to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
You probably heard a lot about the Boy, well, true-true, haha
Yeah
Be grateful, that he was there