Clipping., Sarah Bernat - Club Down lyrics
clipping. [Daveed Diggs, William Hutson, Jonathan Snipes] LA, CA. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Clipping., Sarah Bernat - Club Down lyrics]
Turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
shut the club down turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes
Broken promise
The thin man staggers lucid for
This time of night
Drying vomit dangles from the
Beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip
But the trajectory is clear
He's headed for the covered steps
Tut, tut, it looks like rain
He remembers A a milne each time the
Sky is this kind of grey
That or his favorite film, Gene Kelly
Leaping Technicolor through the fray
And feeling glorious
The story is an allegory for his days
But night is coming now
Vials snap, aluminum sounds
Fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans
It's all hands on deck to
Chase the pain away
Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty
Pockets for product the money, horrors
The logic and babies holler from colic
The symphony is tectonic
It shifts as the Earth is settlin'
Precious metals are mined
And a million minds have
Been meddlin' with time
In the hopes of getting a
Golden noose for the neck
Golden goose from a fairy tale
Shittin' Fabergé eggs
Here snitches shit bricks
Then quick to talk Pig Latin
That black dart too slick for
That kid tappin' a window
While lookin' over his shoulder
Stop lookin' over your shoulder
You're never caught from behind as long
As you keep movin' forward
They long for the sleep like they mortal
These zombies
But they got this portal in their minds
And the molecules get rewired every
Trip they takin' through time
And they trippin' nightly
The blacks of the eyes igniting
The pit's in the backyard biting
The cats in the trashcan fighting
The feeling of guns pealing like
Bells in a telltale reeling
Of bodies losing they feeling and
Falling down and the ceiling
Is black from the smoke that's rising
The scent is just so enticing
Descent is a small price for the
Right to live out your vices, now
Turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
And every night after the club it goes down
Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies
Bodies on the ground
On Broadway or Main Street
They all stumble out
To a dozen pairs of hands
Pullin' bottles from they mouths
Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out
In the backseat of the taxi
So they never heard a sound
It's the city and the city
And you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit has got to balance
On the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world
Ain't gonna stop none of
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous
But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
Bitch, what you know about that?
Don't act like a newbie
New D boys get jacked
What you need is a New Jack Swing
And a new truly discerning
Taste for the base, like a foodie
Harmony's cruelly high when it's
On his step stepped on dope is a safety net
And the dope fiends cry
But they don't regret
Everyone get high, go out 'til they
Turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
Why you fightin' all the shit that
Make the world go 'round?
World go 'round, world, world go 'round
Turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
It's the city and the city
And you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit has got to balance
On the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world
Ain't gonna stop none of
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous
But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
Got the twenties and the fifties wrapped
Up under all the ones
Two for twenty, five for fifty
You could move a couple tons
You could put it in the blood or
You could put it in the lungs
But, whatever you cough up
Remember that it all begun with
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous
But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
shut the club down turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes
Broken promise
The thin man staggers lucid for
This time of night
Drying vomit dangles from the
Beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip
But the trajectory is clear
He's headed for the covered steps
Tut, tut, it looks like rain
He remembers A a milne each time the
Sky is this kind of grey
That or his favorite film, Gene Kelly
Leaping Technicolor through the fray
And feeling glorious
The story is an allegory for his days
But night is coming now
Vials snap, aluminum sounds
Fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans
It's all hands on deck to
Chase the pain away
Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty
Pockets for product the money, horrors
The logic and babies holler from colic
The symphony is tectonic
It shifts as the Earth is settlin'
Precious metals are mined
And a million minds have
Been meddlin' with time
In the hopes of getting a
Golden noose for the neck
Golden goose from a fairy tale
Shittin' Fabergé eggs
Here snitches shit bricks
Then quick to talk Pig Latin
That black dart too slick for
That kid tappin' a window
While lookin' over his shoulder
Stop lookin' over your shoulder
You're never caught from behind as long
As you keep movin' forward
They long for the sleep like they mortal
These zombies
But they got this portal in their minds
And the molecules get rewired every
Trip they takin' through time
And they trippin' nightly
The blacks of the eyes igniting
The pit's in the backyard biting
The cats in the trashcan fighting
The feeling of guns pealing like
Bells in a telltale reeling
Of bodies losing they feeling and
Falling down and the ceiling
Is black from the smoke that's rising
The scent is just so enticing
Descent is a small price for the
Right to live out your vices, now
Turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
And every night after the club it goes down
Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies
Bodies on the ground
On Broadway or Main Street
They all stumble out
To a dozen pairs of hands
Pullin' bottles from they mouths
Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out
In the backseat of the taxi
So they never heard a sound
It's the city and the city
And you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit has got to balance
On the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world
Ain't gonna stop none of
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous
But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
Bitch, what you know about that?
Don't act like a newbie
New D boys get jacked
What you need is a New Jack Swing
And a new truly discerning
Taste for the base, like a foodie
Harmony's cruelly high when it's
On his step stepped on dope is a safety net
And the dope fiends cry
But they don't regret
Everyone get high, go out 'til they
Turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
Why you fightin' all the shit that
Make the world go 'round?
World go 'round, world, world go 'round
Turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down turn the lights off
They done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the
Shut the club down
It's the city and the city
And you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit has got to balance
On the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world
Ain't gonna stop none of
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous
But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
Got the twenties and the fifties wrapped
Up under all the ones
Two for twenty, five for fifty
You could move a couple tons
You could put it in the blood or
You could put it in the lungs
But, whatever you cough up
Remember that it all begun with
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous
But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta