Another Late Night
Drake Lyrics


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(Grow up, nigga)
Grrah, grrah, ayy
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy

Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy
Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look
Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'
Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes
Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what?
Damn, what?
Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way
She a pretty little lie like she Shay, but that's bae
Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay

It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch)
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, right, yeah (pssh, pssh)
Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)

Hm, hm (grrah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh)
Hm, hm (pssh), hm (Concrete), hm
Huh, yeah (pssh), yeah, yeah, huh (pssh)

It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (pssh, I'm from the 6ix, pssh)
My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks (from the bricks)
Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin'
Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin'
Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (us)
It be so pure I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage
You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('kay)
I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (yeah)
She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (drip)
We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (mwah)
(Brrt) yeah, ring, (brrt, damn), yeah, ring
(Brrt) mwah, ring, (brrt), yeah, ring
I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('kay)
We up in Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team (us)

It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch)
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, right, yeah (pssh, pssh)
Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch)




And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)

Overall Meaning

The song "Another Late Night" by Drake feat. Lil Yachty explores the themes of fame, love, and loyalty. The opening lines indicate Drake's pride in representing his neighborhood, "Crete," and his connection with his friend Capo, who is from the streets. Drake asserts himself as discreet when it comes to personal relationships, emphasizing his desire for privacy.


Throughout the song, the lyrics delve into various topics, including the consequences of drug use and the influence of social media. Drake reflects on the effects of a pill he took, hinting at the potential vulnerability that comes with drug-induced conversations. He also mentions Dillon Brooks, possibly referring to a romantic interest involved in gossip or drama.


The lyrics take a darker turn as Drake references his bank account, comparing it to the magnolia flower while mentioning the Milly Rock dance. He dismisses online trolls criticizing him for his association with Millie Bobby Brown and warns them about the consequences of their actions. Drake's aggressive tone suggests he is not afraid to retaliate against anyone who disrespects him or his crew, as implied by the FedEx box line.


Despite his tough exterior, Drake reveals his emotional side when he talks about feeling deeply for someone he refers to as "my bitch." He expresses conflicting feelings, stating how he hates to refer to her as such because he genuinely loves her, acknowledging that it doesn't make sense. This demonstrates the complexities of love and relationships in his life. The song ends with Drake and Lil Yachty riding around, trying to make sense of their lives while embracing whatever comes their way.


Overall, "Another Late Night" examines the contrast between Drake's public persona and his private emotions, touching on themes of loyalty, fame, love, and the challenges that come with them.


Line by Line Meaning

(Grow up, nigga)
Mature and develop, my friend


Grrah, grrah, ayy
Expressing excitement and affirmation


This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
I, the artist Drake, proudly represent my hometown of Toronto, Canada


My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
My friend Capo comes from a rough background and is involved in street life


Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy
If you want to get involved with me, I'll keep it private and confidential, my dear


Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
I'm reflecting on the drug I consumed and having deep conversations in bed


Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
This girl is discussing basketball player Dillon Brooks, and it's surprising me


My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy
My bank account is flourishing, and I'm celebrating with the Milly Rock dance


Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look
Strangers on social media are mentioning Millie Bobby Brown, which is odd


Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'
If someone tries to mock us, we'll gather together and show our true power


Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes
As a threat, we might send your mother a severed finger using FedEx


Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy
When you discover the contents, it will be incredibly surprising and shocking


I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what?
I'm not just a pretty face, this lifestyle can be challenging and tumultuous, you know?


Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
I played dirty with someone while riding in a luxurious Rolls-Royce Wraith, do you understand?


She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way
She's behaving like a celebrity, but we're not in Los Angeles, absolutely not


She a pretty little lie like she Shay, but that's bae
She's an attractive deception, resembling a girl named Shay, but she's my significant other


Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay
As long as she remains truthful, our relationship will be alright


It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
Once again, it's a late night spent with my partner


And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch)
I dislike referring to her as my bitch, but it's a term of endearment and possession


'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, right, yeah (pssh, pssh)
Because I adore that woman, it defies logic, doesn't it?


Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
Once again, it's a late night spent with my close friend


And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense)
We're driving around, attempting to find clarity and understanding


Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)
Whatever happens first, we'll deal with what comes next, you know?


It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (pssh, I'm from the 6ix, pssh)
I'm Lil Yachty, and I'm almost considered a resident of Toronto, just like Drake


My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks (from the bricks)
My friend Luxxy is uneducated, and he comes from a rough neighborhood


Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin'
I'm contemplating the Styrofoam cup containing a popular beverage called lean


Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
I'll allow her to engage in intimate activities with someone I don't like, and we'll find out who's really superior


Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
Our crew, known as the Demolition gang, will arrive and create a commotion


Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin'
By elevating an ordinary white woman's status, she now believes she's important


Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
I feel disenchanted with my partner's recently enhanced physical appearance


My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (us)
My partner recognizes our presence without even needing to open her eyes


It be so pure I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage
Our connection is so genuine that we don't engage in casual sex, as I don't want her body count to increase


You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('kay)
You fly on private jets, but deep down, you know you'll never be the one in control


I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (yeah)
I ended the relationship with her, even though she's incredibly attractive, but she lacked sophistication


She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (drip)
She possessed a large bust like Billie Eilish, but she had no musical talent


We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (mwah)
If we encounter our enemies, we don't desire apologies, just submission and reverence


(Brrt) yeah, ring, (brrt, damn), yeah, ring
The sound of a ringing phone or doorbell


(Brrt) mwah, ring, (brrt), yeah, ring
The sound of a kissing gesture followed by a ringing phone or doorbell


I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('kay)
I would rather endorse my rivals than engage in recreational drug use


We up in Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team (us)
We're in the Turks and Caicos Islands, accompanied by twenty women, exclusively with my crew


Hm, hm (grrah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh)
Sounds of contemplation and affirmation


Hm, hm (pssh), hm (Concrete), hm
Sounds of contemplation and acknowledgment of Concrete, likely a reference to Toronto


Huh, yeah (pssh), yeah, yeah, huh (pssh)
Utterances expressing agreement and understanding




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Deshawn Terry Jackson, Miles Parks McCollum

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