I think we're almost there. Yeah, I think it's up the stairwell
Don't worry about it. When we get up there, just let me do the talking
I got the plus one, don't worry
Tried my best to be good and true
Misbehaved just a little bit
Finally made it to the venue
Can you see my name on the list?
I know the guy who runs the place
Talk to him almost every day
Doubt he hears a f*cking word I say
Door man, bitch, get out the way
Where we're going, there's no afterparty
No more turning up until the sunlight
End credits, ain't no introspection
Ain't no resolution to the starwipe
Superstition, all the prayers and wishes
It ain't doing nothing for your real life
Politicians talk about religion
But nobody knowing what it feels like
When you're getting strapped in the ambulance
It don't matter when the rent's due
Spend your life fronting on the gram
But you can't take them likes with you
Could be president or destitute
Executive or up for execution
You could be elected, you could be arrested
You could live your life and never learn the truth
No going in and out, OK
If you leave to go smoke, you gotta stay, OK
Kinda like Paradise, OK
Upstairs, just follow the light, OK
But there's a club downtown, OK
It's hot but it's real underground, OK
And it never shuts down, OK
In the room there's a big smoke cloud, OK
But all I want is more time
Balling out with my kinfolk
Got me up all night
Stand in line for the limbo
Lord, I'm tryna get high
'Til my heartbeat is the tempo
Tryna have the time of my life
But they won't let me inside
Tried my best to be good and true
Misbehaved just a little bit
Finally made it to the venue
Can you see my name on the list?
I know the guy who runs the place
Talk to him almost every day
Doubt he hears a f*cking word I say
Door man, bitch, get out the way
Where we're going, there's no afterparty
Ain't no sparklers, ain't no fireworks
Everybody wanna tear the club up
When it's f*cked up, they ain't got insurance
Treat the planet like a rental car
Acting like it isn't where we are
Nihilism is the life you're living
Make a nigga wanna take a flight to Mars
Might be born in the right place
With the right face and the right shade
Wanna talk 'bout who matters most
Still ending up with the same fate
Could be the end of an empire
Could be the start of a new age
All of my people are inspired
All of my people are enraged
Tried my best just to follow rules
Lived and died with so little pay
All my life I've been a fool
But I've gained more than my share of praise
Been that way since a young age
What I got, I rarely gave
Might be under my artist name
Can you check another page?
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Cadence Weapon - The Afterparty Lyrics
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I think we're almost there. Yeah, I think it's up the stairwell
Don't worry about it. When we get up there, just let me do the talking
I got the plus one, don't worry
Tried my best to be good and true
Misbehaved just a little bit
Finally made it to the venue
Can you see my name on the list?
I know the guy who runs the place
Talk to him almost every day
Doubt he hears a f*cking word I say
Door man, bitch, get out the way
Where we're going, there's no afterparty
No more turning up until the sunlight
End credits, ain't no introspection
Ain't no resolution to the starwipe
Superstition, all the prayers and wishes
It ain't doing nothing for your real life
Politicians talk about religion
But nobody knowing what it feels like
When you're getting strapped in the ambulance
It don't matter when the rent's due
Spend your life fronting on the gram
But you can't take them likes with you
Could be president or destitute
Executive or up for execution
You could be elected, you could be arrested
You could live your life and never learn the truth
No going in and out, OK
If you leave to go smoke, you gotta stay, OK
Kinda like Paradise, OK
Upstairs, just follow the light, OK
But there's a club downtown, OK
It's hot but it's real underground, OK
And it never shuts down, OK
In the room there's a big smoke cloud, OK
But all I want is more time
Balling out with my kinfolk
Got me up all night
Stand in line for the limbo
Lord, I'm tryna get high
'Til my heartbeat is the tempo
Tryna have the time of my life
But they won't let me inside
Tried my best to be good and true
Misbehaved just a little bit
Finally made it to the venue
Can you see my name on the list?
I know the guy who runs the place
Talk to him almost every day
Doubt he hears a f*cking word I say
Door man, bitch, get out the way
Where we're going, there's no afterparty
Ain't no sparklers, ain't no fireworks
Everybody wanna tear the club up
When it's f*cked up, they ain't got insurance
Treat the planet like a rental car
Acting like it isn't where we are
Nihilism is the life you're living
Make a nigga wanna take a flight to Mars
Might be born in the right place
With the right face and the right shade
Wanna talk 'bout who matters most
Still ending up with the same fate
Could be the end of an empire
Could be the start of a new age
All of my people are inspired
All of my people are enraged
Tried my best just to follow rules
Lived and died with so little pay
All my life I've been a fool
But I've gained more than my share of praise
Been that way since a young age
What I got, I rarely gave
Might be under my artist name
Can you check another page?
Don't worry about it. When we get up there, just let me do the talking
I got the plus one, don't worry
Tried my best to be good and true
Misbehaved just a little bit
Finally made it to the venue
Can you see my name on the list?
I know the guy who runs the place
Talk to him almost every day
Doubt he hears a f*cking word I say
Door man, bitch, get out the way
Where we're going, there's no afterparty
No more turning up until the sunlight
End credits, ain't no introspection
Ain't no resolution to the starwipe
Superstition, all the prayers and wishes
It ain't doing nothing for your real life
Politicians talk about religion
But nobody knowing what it feels like
When you're getting strapped in the ambulance
It don't matter when the rent's due
Spend your life fronting on the gram
But you can't take them likes with you
Could be president or destitute
Executive or up for execution
You could be elected, you could be arrested
You could live your life and never learn the truth
No going in and out, OK
If you leave to go smoke, you gotta stay, OK
Kinda like Paradise, OK
Upstairs, just follow the light, OK
But there's a club downtown, OK
It's hot but it's real underground, OK
And it never shuts down, OK
In the room there's a big smoke cloud, OK
But all I want is more time
Balling out with my kinfolk
Got me up all night
Stand in line for the limbo
Lord, I'm tryna get high
'Til my heartbeat is the tempo
Tryna have the time of my life
But they won't let me inside
Tried my best to be good and true
Misbehaved just a little bit
Finally made it to the venue
Can you see my name on the list?
I know the guy who runs the place
Talk to him almost every day
Doubt he hears a f*cking word I say
Door man, bitch, get out the way
Where we're going, there's no afterparty
Ain't no sparklers, ain't no fireworks
Everybody wanna tear the club up
When it's f*cked up, they ain't got insurance
Treat the planet like a rental car
Acting like it isn't where we are
Nihilism is the life you're living
Make a nigga wanna take a flight to Mars
Might be born in the right place
With the right face and the right shade
Wanna talk 'bout who matters most
Still ending up with the same fate
Could be the end of an empire
Could be the start of a new age
All of my people are inspired
All of my people are enraged
Tried my best just to follow rules
Lived and died with so little pay
All my life I've been a fool
But I've gained more than my share of praise
Been that way since a young age
What I got, I rarely gave
Might be under my artist name
Can you check another page?
Writer: Roland Pemberton
Copyright: Lyrics © DUTCH DUBS
Copyright: Lyrics © DUTCH DUBS