Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Mitchell Frederick - Hotline Drip (Original Mix)
www.nocturnalradio.live // mitchellfrederick.com
Lyrics:
Mmm...
I know you saw me.
Don’t act brand new.
You picked up…
Now let’s talk.
This is the hotline.
Late night…
Dripping.
You want in?
You gotta move better than that.
You’re cute when you’re lost.
But I don’t wait.
Catch the groove...
Or call me back later.
Hotline’s open.
Beat’s wet.
I’m close.
Stay on the line.
You feel that drip?
Yeah…
That’s me.
All over this rhythm.
Last call.
You missed your chance.
But this beat?
It never hangs up.
Mmm…
Call ended.
Mitchell Frederick - Hotline Drip (Original Mix)
www.nocturnalradio.live // mitchellfrederick.com
Lyrics:
Mmm...
I know you saw me.
Don’t act brand new.
You picked up…
Now let’s talk.
This is the hotline.
Late night…
Dripping.
You want in?
You gotta move better than that.
You’re cute when you’re lost.
But I don’t wait.
Catch the groove...
Or call me back later.
Hotline’s open.
Beat’s wet.
I’m close.
Stay on the line.
You feel that drip?
Yeah…
That’s me.
All over this rhythm.
Last call.
You missed your chance.
But this beat?
It never hangs up.
Mmm…
Call ended.
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Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Smoke Signals & Cheap Thrills
Woke up in a lawn chair, sand in my jeans,
Last thing I remember, I was chasin’ a dream.
Bottle in my left hand, spliff in my right,
Pretty little thing said she’d stay for the night—
But she gone... like my last twenty bucks,
Now I’m skippin’ town, guess I ran outta luck.
Ohhh, I hear the sirens singin’ my name,
Ohhh, but I never play that game…
Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.
Met a rasta man said, “Boy, you look lost,”
Told me ‘bout Jah, then he stole my sauce.
Bought a ticket south, but the train broke down,
So I’m thumbin’ rides with a dog and a clown.
Got a tattoo from a dude in a van,
Spelled it wrong but—man, I’m a fan!
Ohhh, I hear the waves call my name…
Ohhh, but they never sound the same…
Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.
They say “slow down”—I say “why?”
The reaper got a ticket but he waitin’ in line…
Roll me up, let me float like a kite,
I’ll be back when the stars burn bright…
Yeahhh… cheap thrills…
Oooohhh… no regrets, no refills…")
