Irish Goodbye

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 cock

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