Party Over Here Lyrics - Sad Clown Bad Fall No. 10 - Atmosphere

Party over here, fuck you over there 

And there she blows 

Slip into the bathroom, lock the door 

Sniffing like a vacuum 

And I know that it ain't nobodies business 

But last time she was in there for twenty minutes 

Her roommate Ruth sitting at that booth 

Sucking on that wine like she's gonna find the truth 

Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red 

She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said 

And that's Johnson 

He's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin' 

Acts like he's the only white boy from Compton 

If real G's show up, the attitude is gone 

Jill forgot that they agreed no coke 

Cause Jacks on the couch passed out with his mouth open 

Led Zeppelin, Stairway To Heaven 

Stay in step cause anyone can have a weapon 

Just like Chad, real white trash 

Short fuse quick to put his foot up your ass 

Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca 

And I advise you to try not to smile at her 

And lets all have deep conversation 

Alcohol and dialogue perfect combination 

Throw in a cokehead or a pothead 

Just cant stop them thought provoking topics 

Look somebody puked in the fridge 

Ain't that great, its where the beer lives 

The music's too loud to hear the fire alarm 

And imma set a fire if you don't change the song 

C'mon 

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Nothing but love 

Yeah there was a party, many people came through 

Standing on the wall, cause that's what I do 

Small-talk shot dialogue push snooze 

Defense mechon cause I got a lotta shoes {issues} 

The moment got stolen by a lady in red 

With a campaign slogan about the straight edge 

But her sentence is broken 

Her focus a fraction 

The ash on her Camels at an inch and a half 

And her voice starts to crack 

And her head starts to twitch 

And Ant looks at me like, What's up with this bitch? 

I can tell by the stains and the way she complains 

That pills ain't to blame and it ain't cocaine 

Shes had too, too, too much coffee 

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Nate must have drank a lot of Black Label 

Tryin' to play the Rottwieler under the table 

Now light another cigarette off of the stove 

Both ya'll drunk, which one of ya'll drove 

These people need to stay off the sauce 

Im shocked that the neighbors ain't called the cops 

The music, the drunk, the fights out front 

And half of these kids ain't near twenty one 

Who's party is this, who's home is this 

How'd I get here man, I do grownup shit 

Let me know when your games are all done 

Cause I can't fuck with these games you call fun 

Have fun 

Party over here, fuck you over there