Original lyrics

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Non-stop 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