Nonstop talk It's eleven o'clock There's a line coming out the door I'm not feeling it But I swore I'd go
Thrift shop Rock a little light on a cock All the kids screaming out for more I'm not getting it I'd swear I've been here before
How can you rap For all that sunset? The sequin still isn't done And I'd like to know You get me
Oh ooh oh ooh
Third full sip Off the straight line tip Just one now, but I want more Another, promise me Thrown out the door
Through a bloodshot haze Watch the day get paid Find a friend, ask him take me home And could you stay awhile Now I can't be alone
How can you rap For all that sunset? The sequin still isn't done And I'd like to know You get me
Oh ooh oh ooh
Proto-topical combo won't be remembered tomorrow On a rival, recited eye-fulls Insightful trifle, eyes closed Exposed to idle chatter when night falls Goodnight, ya'll
Hard not to ignore, already out the door With an irish goodbye now Unintended to listen to attempts to Mask glass intentions Indicitave with the sunset's conviction At will on the decline Uphill, headspill off a mental treadmill Shatter the sequins from a standstill Keep it Real
How can you rap For all that sunset? The sequin still isn't done yet I'd like to know You get me
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