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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Dylan Wissing
Dylan Wissing
Drums
Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
Guitar
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Songwriter
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Songwriter
Lawrence Smith
Lawrence Smith
Songwriter
Maureen Reid
Maureen Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NO-ID
NO-ID
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We in the time of our lives, baby
Turn the music up
Primetime
[Verse 2]
Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion
Our third eon
That's what the fuck we on
Mo' money, forty year old phenom
My fifteen minutes of fame is stretched beyond
At forty two, be better than twenty fours
I carried the four-five, mastered the forty laws
Still wearing my twenty three's
They can't fuck with the boy
Far as them sixteens, I'm twenty three of it all
Primetime, ridin' that six deuce
That nine eleven, 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 fuck up the Fontainebleau
A case of Ace, make it two
**** we rollin', beat the deuce
[Verse 3]
The night is young, what the fuck we gon' do?
The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh?
The night is young, what the fuck we gon' do, huh?
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh?
[Verse 4]
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 line
So I'm late as a motherfucker, colored people time
Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes?
Well Adam gave up a rib, so mine better be prime
****'s gon' kill me, I swear, they better be lyin'
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, first-class fight
I'm tripping on it
Socks on marble floors, I'm slippin' on it
Champagne, I'm sipping on it
Shit taste different, don't it?
You know what? You right
It's like the best damn champagne I had in my life
When you comin' home?
That's a text from my wife
I told her run a bubble bath
And float in that motherfucker like a hovercraft
And soak in that motherfucker till I call you back
I mean, who says shit like that and doesn't laugh?
[Verse 5]
The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh?
The night is young, what the fuck we gon' do?
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh?
Written by: Dion Wilson, Ernest Wilson, Kanye West, Lawrence Smith, Maureen Reid, Russell Simmons, Shawn Carter
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