After Party - Dynamite MC, Rookwood, Dominic Smith

Eleven o’clock, who’s ringin’my phone?

I’m just cool, laid back like Nina

Simone.

I don’t recognise the number though, so I let the number go, then I text the

number — yo.

Who’s this?

What’s happenin'?

Who’s hollerin'?

While I’m stretched back,

mag sittin'.

That’s weird, so somethin’s going on, then I think we should reach 'coz

somethin’s going on I can smell a party ten miles away, blindfold, locate, when the ???

say,

So you know I gotta reach, get just white kicks, do irregular peach.

And that’s fresh fresh fresh, I’m ready for to stick in this, yes yes yes.

I jump up, move straight to my car, start drivin', text back — yo tell me where

you are.

I pull up, stop, right by the door — it’s a house and a club I’ve never seen

this before.

You remember `Eyes wide shut` this is `Eyes wide open`, make my eyes light up.

Knock knock — yep let me come in, in the list from your ???, mate nope,

you go in.

The doors open to a beautiful sight, down’s fresh light, Lyn and those pearls

are nice whites.