As the party dwindles and dissolves to reveal the barbarous realities of
a morning sun, there will forever exist a sole survivor.
That party-climate denier unwilling to release his
grasp from the merriment that has preceded.
lyrics
Is there anybody outside
I take a look but there is no one here
Is there anybody inside
How the hell did they all disappear
It's alright, I'll just reunite with this mulled wine
This table of dregs is a gold mine
And it's all mine, all mine, it's all mine
I get to it
Empowered when I drink and devour the wet fluid
Some of it is watery bodied and effluent
Who brings a bottle of Bombay and not bother to get through it
I'm pulling out my iphone, reading with one eye closed,
Leaning on a light post, but there is no light post... shit
Suddenly I'm grounded a little dumbfounded
How everything amounted to this?
I land in a puddle of crushed cans and goon
Cardboard cartons; a drunk man's cocoon
Maybe they'll awake me at dusk, 10, or noon
Prodding at body with dustpan and broom
Laying on my back what's that catching my eye?
That's a silver pillow that's refracting the light
And you were thinking cushion as I raise my head
But I raise it to my lips instead
And take a drink, coz
Chorus
Don’t wanna leave 'till it's "Over"
Just don't believe that it's "Over"
Oh no, I'll stumble on my feet until it's over,
Then I'll go
Don’t wanna leave 'till it's "Over"
Just don't believe that it's "Over"
Oh no, I'll stumble on my feet until it's over,
Then I'll go
Then I’ll go (then I’ll go)
Then I’ll go (then I’ll go)
Then I’ll go (then I’ll goooo)
You know...theres something quite wrong...
Your the only one dancing when the 'ugly lights’ on
And the DJ left. It's somethin' like, dawn
And your still waiting for him to bump the right song
That’s what’s up! Red plastic cup palaces
Passion pop, blunt ash and imbalances
A loner standing over dystopian landscapes
To broken to act straight. To sober to tempt fate
I’m hoping for a moment, a groan or a handshake
I’m tripping over loners all over the damn place
I’m floating over stoners on opium pancakes
And oceans of lamp shades still broken from fan blades
I paddle to an island that I find in the kitchen
Where we had prior conversations about life and religion
Listen! Take it with a grain, we was (as) high as a pigeon
On the roof. Talking to the morning sky if it'll listen
Is there anybody...anybody outside?
Ain't nobody hit back. I wonder why is that?
Could it be the fact that it was over when the ship sank?
Circling the wreckage like a fish...in a fish tank
And it's so sad and profoundly wrong
To see the circus, when the crowds are gone
To see the last clown, with his powder worn
On to the next town and a thousand more…singing
Is there anybody outside
I take a look but there is no one here
Is there anybody inside
How the hell did they all disappear
It's alright, I'll just reunite with this mulled wine
This table of dregs is a gold mine
And it's all mine, all mine, it's all mine
Chorus
Don’t wanna leave 'till it's "Over"
Just don't believe that it's "Over"
Oh no, I'll stumble on my feet until it's over,
Then I'll go
Don’t wanna leave 'till it's "Over"
Just don't believe that it's "Over"
Oh no, I'll stumble on my feet until it's over,
Then I'll go
Then I’ll go (then I’ll go)
Then I’ll go (then I’ll go)
Then I’ll go (then I’ll goooo)
credits
released May 26, 2020
Written & Produced by The Stoops.
Main vocals by Roc Walla & Pronto.
Featured vocals by Sarah Pellicano.
Mixed & Mastered by B4 Lasers.
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