Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
Kanye West
Vocals
Dylan Wissing
Drums
Ken Lewis
Guitar
Brent Kolatalo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Ernest Wilson
Songwriter
Russell Simmons
Songwriter
Lawrence Smith
Songwriter
Maureen Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NO-ID
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
We in the time of our lives baby (b-baby)
Turn the music up, Primetime
(b-b-baby, b-b-baby, baby, b-b-baby)
Yeah, Primetime, Beat by Dion, Our third eon
That's what the fk we on
Mo' money, 40 year old phenom
Our 15 minutes of fame has stretched beyond
At 42 be better than 24, I carried the 4-5, mastered 48 laws
Still wearing my 23's they can't fk with the boy
As far as them 16's, I'm 23 of it all
Primetime, riding that 6 deuce
That 9-11 I only subtract the roof
Started in 88', Got warm in 92', I landed in 96'
That's the year I came through
I hit the club, ordered some Grey Goose
Switched it for Ciroc to give Puff's stock a boost
New money, I found the fountain of youth
I'm headed to Miami to fk up the Fontaine Bleu
A case of Ace, make it 2, Nia we rolling, beat the deuce
The night is young, what the fk we gon' do (ooh)
(baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the fk you wanna do, huh
(baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the fk we gon' do, huh
(baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh
(baby, baby, baby)
Primetime, basking in the lime
Cassius in his prime, Coloring out of the line
Cause they don't want nobody that's colored out of the lines
So I'm late as a motherer, colored people time
Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes?
Well, Adam gave up a rib so mine better be prime
Nias gon kill me, I swear they better be lying
I never live in fear, I'm too out of my mind
Primetime, never hit these heights
I mean it's like, it's like our first 1st class flight
I'm trippin' on it, socks on marble floors
I'm slippin' on it, Champagne, I'm sippin' on it
Sh*t taste different, don't it?
You know what, you right
It's like the best damn champagne I had in my life
"When you coming home" That's a text from my wife
I told her, run a bubble bath
And float in that motherer like a hovercraft
And soak in that motherer til I call you back
I mean who says sh*t like that, and doesn't laugh (un-huh)
(baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the fk you wanna do, huh
(baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the fk we gon' do, huh
(baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh
(baby, baby, baby)
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Shawn C. Carter, Russell W. Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Maureen Elizabeth Reid, Ernest Dion Wilson
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