j. sula - Ain't a party interlude lyrics
[j. sula - Ain't a party interlude lyrics]
Shoot it? For a party? Man, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas ain't hear me out
I been on my own a lot
I don't even stress about it
I don't take myself too serious
I mess around it
Life is short, and I'd rather have a ball
If you planning on a party
Y'all make sure it's off the wall
I'll make sure I got it covered on my end
Been in town for months and I
Don't even have a friend
But that's in the works, mm hold the onions
I don't need to be crying over nothing
Pour me up a drink
And then pour me another one
I'm about to get it, I ain't
Leaving 'til the party's done, yeah
I ain't leaving 'til the sun's up
Broke boy, why you tripping
Get your funds up, hear me now
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
Sipping bubbly over cities that
We don't remember showed out
And I'm feeling colder than December
It's an awful summer, it's a great night
They asking if I want her
I say that I just might
Looking to my left, and then back at her
She give me a lil' smirk and
I'm winking back at her
I can't be mad at her
Yeah that's my girlfriend
Party's almost over
Been a hell of a whirlwind
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
Bump, aye i got the sub in the trunk, aye
I'm having fun, aye
Step back and serve, I'm the one, aye
I got the jump, aye
Hit up an opp and I run, aye
Sit in the sun, aye
All my words hit like a gun, aye
I think I'm more than a rapper
I do the abracadabra
I hit the notes like I'm Sampha
Shaking my head like it's dandruff
You're not important at all
That's what the figures would say
I got the new jack swag
Hit it like I'm Kid n' Play
Country boy, I'm Billy Ray
I got the sauce, no Szechuan
I see Coriolis like Ekman
Write me in, I'll control the election
I do this rap for my brethren
Really it's more for myself
I don't have features for help
Nobody listen oh well that's more for me
Hundred digit's on the board like I'm Pusha T
Mild flame spitting, pre heat 300 degrees
On the seas, on the fleece, own
A lease, on the beach, like
I'm chilling, that Gucci fur so appealing
Ain't got bread for the butter so I
Spread it 'til I get enough
Keep the water in my cup, too
Y'all niggas ain't hear me out
I been on my own a lot
I don't even stress about it
I don't take myself too serious
I mess around it
Life is short, and I'd rather have a ball
If you planning on a party
Y'all make sure it's off the wall
I'll make sure I got it covered on my end
Been in town for months and I
Don't even have a friend
But that's in the works, mm hold the onions
I don't need to be crying over nothing
Pour me up a drink
And then pour me another one
I'm about to get it, I ain't
Leaving 'til the party's done, yeah
I ain't leaving 'til the sun's up
Broke boy, why you tripping
Get your funds up, hear me now
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
Sipping bubbly over cities that
We don't remember showed out
And I'm feeling colder than December
It's an awful summer, it's a great night
They asking if I want her
I say that I just might
Looking to my left, and then back at her
She give me a lil' smirk and
I'm winking back at her
I can't be mad at her
Yeah that's my girlfriend
Party's almost over
Been a hell of a whirlwind
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
Bump, aye i got the sub in the trunk, aye
I'm having fun, aye
Step back and serve, I'm the one, aye
I got the jump, aye
Hit up an opp and I run, aye
Sit in the sun, aye
All my words hit like a gun, aye
I think I'm more than a rapper
I do the abracadabra
I hit the notes like I'm Sampha
Shaking my head like it's dandruff
You're not important at all
That's what the figures would say
I got the new jack swag
Hit it like I'm Kid n' Play
Country boy, I'm Billy Ray
I got the sauce, no Szechuan
I see Coriolis like Ekman
Write me in, I'll control the election
I do this rap for my brethren
Really it's more for myself
I don't have features for help
Nobody listen oh well that's more for me
Hundred digit's on the board like I'm Pusha T
Mild flame spitting, pre heat 300 degrees
On the seas, on the fleece, own
A lease, on the beach, like
I'm chilling, that Gucci fur so appealing
Ain't got bread for the butter so I
Spread it 'til I get enough
Keep the water in my cup, too