| Song | After Party |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Need for Speed Carbon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 11 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 | |
| On the list from your friend, mate nope, you go in | |
| The doors open to a beautiful sight | |
| Downs fresh like linnen and those pearls are nice whites | |
| Caught two ??? from next room through doors | |
| Shortee Blitz was cutting the hits | |
| I didn’t see Rodney B., but I bumped into his skits | |
| Now I’m deep in the middle real tight | |
| Like a huddle, hold on, spell it trouble | |
| I’m surrounded by 99 girls | |
| And at least 97 could run for Miss World | |
| Yep it’s a stushy one but I don’t care what you wag at me - | |
| One: I like them crisp but humble | |
| Know how to handle for themselves in the jungle | |
| But for a wager she's grounded | |
| Loves to roll big but she respects when she’s rounded | |
| Yeah that’s a diamond in the dirt, call it, damn it | |
| And this dance is flawless, 18 rooms and the floor's enormous | |
| Wind up superbly with this Mïss Gorgeous | |
| Wanna come, text me up, I’ll call you after the chorus |
| 11 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 | |
| On the list from your friend, mate nope, you go in | |
| The doors open to a beautiful sight | |
| Downs fresh like linnen and those pearls are nice whites | |
| Caught two ??? from next room through doors | |
| Shortee Blitz was cutting the hits | |
| I didn' t see Rodney B., but I bumped into his skits | |
| Now I' m deep in the middle real tight | |
| Like a huddle, hold on, spell it trouble | |
| I' m surrounded by 99 girls | |
| And at least 97 could run for Miss World | |
| Yep it' s a stushy one but I don' t care what you wag at me | |
| One: I like them crisp but humble | |
| Know how to handle for themselves in the jungle | |
| But for a wager she' s grounded | |
| Loves to roll big but she respects when she' s rounded | |
| Yeah that' s a diamond in the dirt, call it, damn it | |
| And this dance is flawless, 18 rooms and the floor' s enormous | |
| Wind up superbly with this M ss Gorgeous | |
| Wanna come, text me up, I' ll call you after the chorus |
| 11 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 | |
| On the list from your friend, mate nope, you go in | |
| The doors open to a beautiful sight | |
| Downs fresh like linnen and those pearls are nice whites | |
| Caught two ??? from next room through doors | |
| Shortee Blitz was cutting the hits | |
| I didn' t see Rodney B., but I bumped into his skits | |
| Now I' m deep in the middle real tight | |
| Like a huddle, hold on, spell it trouble | |
| I' m surrounded by 99 girls | |
| And at least 97 could run for Miss World | |
| Yep it' s a stushy one but I don' t care what you wag at me | |
| One: I like them crisp but humble | |
| Know how to handle for themselves in the jungle | |
| But for a wager she' s grounded | |
| Loves to roll big but she respects when she' s rounded | |
| Yeah that' s a diamond in the dirt, call it, damn it | |
| And this dance is flawless, 18 rooms and the floor' s enormous | |
| Wind up superbly with this M ss Gorgeous | |
| Wanna come, text me up, I' ll call you after the chorus |