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 @@#!
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


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


How can you rap
For all that sunset?
The sequin still isn't done yet

I'd like to know
You get me