Irish goodbye

Nonstop talk
Its eleven oclock
Theres a line coming out the door
Im not feeling it
But I swore
Id goThrift shop
Rock a little light on a cock
All the kids screaming out for more
Im not getting it
Id swear
Ive been here before
How can you rap
For all that sunset?
The sequin still isnt done
And Id 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 cant be alone
How can you rap
For all that sunset?
The sequin still isnt done
And Id like to know
You get me
How can you rap
For all that sunset?
The sequin still isnt done yet
Id like to know
You get me