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
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 that like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gangbang
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
Runnin' 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 dogs black wealth, let 'em live well
What a miracle we dreamed, a million stories to tell
You are now tuned in, baby, to the new 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)
[Verse 2: Matt Champion & Joba]
This a jam for your whims and your woes
For the people in the back standing 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 'bout time that I let your ass know
Y'all deserve 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 dogs, 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 of the 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 & Matt Champion]
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)
[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
All-American selvhad løber dybt
Hvide drenge alt hvad jeg ser, når jeg sover
Niggas tror jeg tror, at disse tanker om formålet
Men jeg vidste 'Bout * NSYNC' forgrunden kontanter kunne udelukke mig
Koloniseret sind ved herrer og slaver
De har begge hader niggas der ligesom niggas det samme
Homofobisk, forsøgte jeg at gangbang
Jeg forsøgte at få lagt, havde jeg at få betalt
Hoppede fra skibet, jeg lander på mine fødder
I Corpus Christi, jeg fik min egen gade
Runnin' det lort ligesom det er en spor mødes
Jeg var nødt til at gå hjem igen, jeg set alt for mange niggas dør i en uge
Få mine hunde sort rigdom, lad dem leve godt
Hvad et mirakel vi drømte, at en million historier fortælle
Du er nu indstillet, skat, til den nye klassiker
Ny maskine, holde fred, holder 'em danse
[Kor: Kevin Abstract]
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Venligst, venligst
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Venligst, venligst
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Skyd ikke op mit parti
Venligst, venligst (Please, please)
Venligst, venligst (Please, please)
[Vers 2: Matt Champion & Joba]
Dette en marmelade til dine luner og din elendighed
For folk i ryggen stående på de tippy-tæer
Du må ikke give en damn, hvad journalisten skrev
Altid døde inde ligesom de i katakomberne
På rov som en løve i sin trone
Watchin' for bytte, der kunne skære halsen
Det er 'Bout gang, at jeg lader din røv kender
Y'all fortjener guillotinen endnu mere (Oh, oh)
Kys min røv, behandle mine nosser ligesom det er mistelten
Rend klasse, få kontanter ved vognlæs
Sidste nye album med mine hunde, men byen lukket
Du ind til et helvede af en tur (Oh, oh)
Dette et godt tidspunkt, ved jeg sgu ret
Bestil hver enkelt flaske af den bedste vin
Fuck hvis jeg ved, har brug for det hele selv
Dedikere denne til min familie i Chicago
[Bridge: Kevin Abstrakt & Joba]
Bliv nede, jeg er ked af
Bliv nede, du er grim (Oh, oh)
De mennesker har brug for flere af de penge,
Disse hvide mennesker ikke elsker mig (Oh, oh)
Bliv nede, jeg er ked af
Bliv nede, jeg er sulten (Oh, oh)
Jeg har ikke brug for dig til at elske mig
Fuck dig, kom fanden mig
Jeg ved
[Kor: Kevin Abstrakt & Matt Champion]
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Venligst, venligst
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Venligst, venligst
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Skyd ikke op mit parti
Venligst, venligst (Please, please)
Venligst, venligst (Please, please)
[Vers 3: Joba]
Hvad er problemet?
Hvorfor du Gotta fat, at pistolen?
Tænk over hvem gon' savner dig
Aldrig vide, hvad jeg har været igennem
Hvad er problemet?
Hvorfor du Gotta fat, at pistolen?
Tænk over hvem gon' savner dig
Aldrig vide, hvad de kan gøre
[Outro: Bearface & Kevin Abstract]
Du må ikke skyde op festen
Du må ikke skyde op p-
Hvem du virkelig ønsker at prøve at trin til?
Hvem du virkelig ønsker at prøve at trin til?
Ohh, ja