Little Brother, Carlitta Durand - After the Party lyrics

Ayo baby come over here lemme
Lemme holla at you for a minute
("I am your conscience!")
Nah, nah I'm sayin f'real, come over here
Nah f'real let me, lemme holla
At you f'real, no, no bullshit
("I am making a total ass
Of myself") Fuck nah
("I am your conscience!") Ayo check it out
Ay umm you wanna go to the Waffle House
Get some food?
("I just did another pick-up line
That didn't go over")
No! What the fuck you mean no? I'm sayin yo
I'm aight ("Maybe I should tell her what
A famous rapper I am")
("yeah that'll get her on my side")
I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you heard
You know me "Can't stop, won't stop"
("She's never heard of me
WOW! What a SURPRISE!")
("I am your conscience!") Aight look okay
Maybe you got a bad mouth
Aight, whatever for, I'm just sayin
Now don't, don't make a nigga
Go home tonight man I, i
("Maybe you should just say something nice
To her and wrap it up!")
I, I mean, I'm just saying like
You lookin good knahmsayin
("You're not fucking tonight!") Don't let a
Nigga go home alone tonight
("I am your conscience!")

Parking lot pimps
9 out of 10 more parking lot simps
Ladies want lobster but settle fo' shrimps
Dikembe Mutombo, blockin all attempts
Niggas ain't pimps, tuggin elbows
When you walk by, compliment you on your toes
Heard all the cons now listen to the pros
Knew you looked girl that's just
The way it goes
As if you didn't know I saw you at the bar
I'm leanin on this Escalade
But it ain't my car
When you gon' recognize I'm
Somethin like a star
My crib down the street
We ain't gotta go far
I know I sound wrong, but I'm just bein real
No games, aim is to tell you how I feel
Tryin to cop a feel
Me and you, backseat, I just wanna chill
If looks could kill, first name would be Bill

Out on a Friday night
Fake smiles and flashing lights
Where do all the lonely people
Go when the party's over?
Everybody is your friend
I hope this never ends
Cause, I don't know where lonely people
Go when the party's over

And the people go ha ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha
Ha, ha ha ha, and the joke's on you
Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha
Ha, ha ha ha, and the joke's on you

The milk's gone bad, the bees flew South
The honey's all gone and
The birds talkin 'bout
They ain't hangin out cause they
Gotta go to work one just had a daughter
One gotta go to church
I think I need to work, on me cause it hurts
To see every weekend me blowin' my paystub
Always tryna impress these niggas
With expensive-ass liquor I don't even
Like the taste of i think it's sickening
Things we do to see and be seen on the scene
We seem to love it
So lost when the lights go off
We sit and we often wonder
What's the meaning of it
It's like nobody want to live they life
They just wanna re-enact the
Same scene every night
Everybody's sellin fantasies
No matter what the price
Like I'll love you forever
But forever ends tonight

This is the last call
For the jump off express
All potential passengers please
Leave your pride and dignity
In the parking lot
And come holla at the nigga
In the red '93 Civic one deluxe pass
On the jump off express gets you
One meal at the 24 hour
Restaurant of your choice
Followed by 15 minutes of passion
On my momma futon
Those with self-esteem need not apply

Out on a Friday night
Fake smiles and flashing lights
Where do all the lonely people
Go when the party's over?
Everybody is your friend
I hope this never ends
Cause, I don't know where lonely people
Go when the party's over
Out on a Friday night
Fake smiles and flashing lights
Where do all the lonely people
Go when the party's over?
Everybody is your friend
I hope this never ends
Cause, I don't know where lonely people
Go when the party's over

Sheeit! I think I'm just go on hit
Up this cookout on Capital Boulevard
Go on get me a fancy, banana pudding shake
And a side of hush puppies
Just call it a God damn night, man it's over