Song: 1000 Nights
Album: No.6 Collaborations Project (2019)
Singer: Ed Sheeran
Lyricists: Fred Gibson, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Artist Julius Dubose Jahaan Akil Sweet, Matthew Jehu Samuels Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyrights: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Oh, I’ve been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playing on, playing on, putting out fifty-thousand lights
I’ve been gone so long, getting up and getting faded
So I’m on, keeping on, staying up for a thousand nights
This the type of shit we used to dream of (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitch look like Mona Lisa (Mona Lisa)
Flipping off a yacht in Ibiza (splash, water)
Clear port, hasta la vista
Do it all again when we touchdown, everything bust down
Teacher said I would lose, I be like, “What now?”
I started making moves, they showing me love now
Look like a light bulb ’cause bitch I’m the plug now
And now you know we popping, we bubble like soda popping
And I see it, I like it, I wake up, pull up, and go and cop it
The millions get wired, them Benny Hunnids still go in pocket
I party with Ed Sheeran, my homies still hold the rocket
‘Cause I’m so hood, it don’t make no sense
Still remember the times I couldn’t pay my rent
Now, I walk in the stadiums, telling ’em to play my shit!
And they gonna sing like this
Oh, I’ve been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playing on, playing on, putting out fifty-thousand lights
I’ve been gone so long, getting up and getting faded
So I’m on, keeping on, staying up for a thousand nights
Last night I played a show at a stadium in Atlanta
Husbands and wives, daddies and daughters with the cameras
I never thought it would get this big, but what does it matter?
Everything is already part of a plan
I remember, damn, me and my man inside of this splitter van
Two hundred a night, end of 2010
Staying’ up in every city’s Holiday Inn
If it wasn’t there, then I was at the couch of a friend’s
Weatherspoon’s was an easy option to get a cheaper lunch
Two-pound pint, the waitress maybe leave her number
On to the next town, but now it’s to the next continent (woo!)
And I don’t think it’s gonna be stopping anytime soon
Birds eye view, pay my dues for a two-mile queue
Don’t need to read reviews if you can’t do the things I do
Oh, let me invite you to my world
Oh, I’ve been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playing’ on, playing’ on, putting’ out fifty-thousand lights
Oh, I’ve been gone so long, getting’ up and getting’ faded (getting’ faded)
So I’m on, keeping’ on, staying’ up for a thousand nights
Hm, I’m so faded, yeah
I don’t even know how much I made this year (year)
I’m so used to being on some player shit
Cheated on my girlfriend with a fiendish bitch
Hoodie on pull up, just like the Reaper, yeah
I do this on the regular, make it seem unfair
St. Laurent, Gucci sweater, the red and green Moncler
Me and Meek and Ed Sheeran just like the Beatles, yeah
From her head to her toe you know she be flee, oh yeah
Everyday I be seeing her in Celine, oh yeah
And she wanna come closer, but I don’t see us there
I’m not a regular person, I’ve been low-key all year
From New York out to London, she wish she was with me all the time
And I’ve been on the road, so I know she couldn’t call my line
And now she got her ass and titties done for a thousand likes, mm
Oh, I’ve been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playing on, playing on, putting out fifty-thousand lights
Oh, I’ve been gone so long, getting up and getting faded
So I’m on, keeping on, staying up for a thousand nights
