Discover the poetic beauty in ‘1000 Nights’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Oh, I been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playin’ on, playin’ on, puttin’ out fifty-thousand lights
I’ve been gone so long, gettin’ up and gettin’ faded
So I’m on, keepin’ on, stayin’ 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)
Flippin’ 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 makin’ moves, they showin’ me love now
Look like a lightbulb ’cause bitch I’m the plug now
And now you know we poppin’, we bubble like soda pop
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 a stadium, tell ’em, “Play my shit”
And they gon’ sing like this
Oh, I been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playin’ on, playin’ on, puttin’ out fifty-thousand lights
I’ve been gone so long, gettin’ up and gettin’ faded
So I’m on, keepin’ on, stayin’ 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 Sprinter van
Two hundred a night, end of 2010
Stayin’ 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 and
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 stoppin’ 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 been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playin’ on, playin’ on, puttin’ out fifty-thousand lights
I’ve been gone so long, gettin’ up and gettin’ faded (gettin’ faded)
So I’m on, keepin’ on, stayin’ up for a thousand nights
Hm, I’m so faded, yeah
I don’t even know how much I made last year
I’m so used to bein’ 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 often
St. Laurent, Gucci sweater, the red and green marklet
Me and Meek and Ed Sheeran just like the Beatles, yeah
From her head to her toe you know she be fría, yeah
Everyday I be seein’ her and Selena, yeah
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 was, 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 been on for a thousand nights
New York to London, different city every day, yeah
Playin’ on, playin’ on, puttin’ out fifty-thousand lights
Oh, I’ve been gone so long, gettin’ up and gettin’ faded
So I’m on, keepin’ on, stayin’ up for a thousand nights