ThisPartyReallyDied Songtext
von BONES

Say you walk up in the club, throw a couple bands up
Now you think the bitch is gone like you

Say you hoppin′ out the coupe with the tennis up on the roof
Like them bitches gon' slide right through


We don′t give a fuck about how much you puttin' up
Oh no, we don't care enough about your shit to look it up
Not impressed by your ego or the human you become
Just a slave to the trends, another grave for the young
We know you got the money and we know you got the clothes
But what the fuck that mean if the shit don′t go?
We know you got it on and we know your name known
But what the fuck that mean if the shit don′t go?

Sessions the reason they fuck every season
No time for a breather until we stop breathin'
We got what they needin′, we top when they feenin'
We get like the southern, we kill it then leave it
Nobody comparable, bitches hysterical


I don′t show up in the mirror, it's a miracle
Rap is our aerial, floatin′ and carryin'
Up on the back of the wind so I carry us
I'd be embarrassed if I were you
Take a step back and just look what you do
I′d be embarrassed if I were you
Take a step back and just look what we do