DON'T SHOOT UP THE PARTY

All-American self-hatred runs deep White boys all I see whenever I sleep Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore cash could rule me Colonized minds by masters and slaves They both hate niggas, they like niggas a shame Homophobic, I tried to gang-bang I tried to get laid, I had to get paid Hopped off the ship, I land on my feet In Corpus Christi I got my own street Running this shit like it's a track meet I had to go back home, I seen too many niggas die in a week Get my dawgs black wealth, let 'em live well What a miracle we dreamed a million stories to tеll You are now tuned in, baby, to the nеw classic New machine, keep the peace, keep 'em dancing [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up my party, please Please (Please, please) Please (Please, please, please, please) [Verse 2: Matt Champion] This a jam for you whims and you woes For the people in the back standin' on they tippy toes Don't give a damn what the journalist wrote Always dead inside like they in the catacombs On the prowl like a lion in his throne Watchin' for the prey that might slit his throat It's about time that I let your ass know Y'all deserved the guillotine even more (Oh, oh) Kiss my ass, treat my balls like it's mistletoe Fuck class, get cash by the truckload Latest album with my dawgs, but the city closed You in for a hell of a ride (Oh, oh) This a good time, know I'm damn right Order every single bottle of the best wine Fuck if I know, need it all though Dedicate this to my family in Chicago [Bridge: Kevin Abstract & Joba] Stay down, I'm sorry Stay down, you're ugly (Oh, oh) The people need more than money These white people don't love me (Oh, oh) Stay down, I'm sorry Stay down, I'm hungry (Oh, oh) I don't need you to love me Fuck you, come fuck me I know [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up my party, please Please (Please, please) Please (Please, please, please, please) [Verse 3: Joba] What's the issue? Why you gotta grab that pistol? Think about who gon' miss you Never know what I been through What's the issue? Why you gotta grab that pistol? Think about who gon' miss you Never know what they might do [Outro: Bearface & Kevin Abstract] Don't shoot up the party, don't shoot up the p— Who you really wanna try to step to? Who you really wanna try to step to? Ohh, yeah