Tonight

Lyrics

[Intro: Phil Collins] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? Oh Lord, oh Lord Well, if— [Verse 1] I remember days when we got paid Middle school, shootin' dice Thuggin' in the eighth-grade Lied about free lunch so I got it every day Niggas said that I changed since I moved up mane Been the same since the game Switched up when I came Hit the lanes then I bang my hits Not a shame You a lame and a drain Washed up with a name Yeah I really feel the pain when they talk about you mane You the troop, boy salute Ain't nothing left to prove You the greatest and they hatin' Why they wanna take your food? Boy these other niggas fu Keep your eyes on your loot Keep your hands on your girl and a nigga that'll shoot Cause these niggas will intrude, if they have a feelin' to Sometimes you gotta do what the fuck you gotta do Don't move, hands down, and the heart turned blue Fire out, arms up, as we play this interlude bitch [Interlude: Phil Collins] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? Oh Lord, oh Lord [Verse 2] Now I gotta get it I gotta get to the cake though Niggas keep rapping and snitchin' until the case closed Bitch I'm out here workin', just tryna get to the pesos Memphis young nigga We comin' up bout to explode Hit me on my line, she tryna meet at the Citgo I don't got no time the city really lit though Yeah she looking fine and yeah she's so thick, oh I don't waste time you know it keep ticking hoe Wake up, bitch I'm smokin' up every mornin' By the time that you yawnin', I'm goin' straight to the hundreds By the time that you joggin', I'm probably sittin' in a office Rollin up fat blunts just thinkin' bout the profits And she don't do this often I know these hoes be lying And she tryna intervene Hold up, shawty rewind Hold up, nigga recline up out my fuckin' seat You can't ever sit here Boy this shit for a king nigga [Outro: Phil Collins] And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord Well, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord