Crazy Night

(Album: Untitled - 2009)

[R. Kelly:]
We ain't gon' leave 'til 4 in the morning
Thousand dollar tab, but I can afford it
On my 4th drink but I'm not an alcoholic
Shorty say she want me, she way too scrawny
By 4 o'clock I might be too horny to go home lonely
I can't be lonely
Left the last club 'cause the DJ was boring
Came back, valet parked it and the valet robbed me
Nigga true story, and that was 12:40 AM
By 1 o'clock I was back in the wary
Tipsy, Ferrari, this Hennessy got me
Oh baby, I'm so sorry

But if you're drinking what I'm drinking
Put your hands up in the sky
If you're thinking what I'm thinking
You'll say "What a crazy night!"
Way-oh, way-oh

We ain't go leave 'til 4, maybe later
Track so funky, make you make an ugly face
Run that back, I mean start that over
Shorty get closer, hot like a toaster
Body so tight, like she walked off the poster
Kellz caked up, make her call me the baker
Man, he a hater, she gonna see me later
He got good intentions, but not enough paper
We left doing 80, caught a flat up on the Friday
Headed back to the highway, think they'll stay at my place
Just so fucked up, man it's not my day
I need another shot of that Bacardi

But if you're drinking what I'm drinking
Put your hands up in the sky
If you're thinking what I'm thinking
You'll say "What a crazy night!"
Way-oh, way-oh

[R. City:]
[Jamaican gibberish]

[R. Kelly:]
But if you're drinking what I'm drinking
Put your hands up in the sky
If you're thinking what I'm thinking
You'll say "What a crazy night!"
Way-oh, way-oh