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 selvhat går dypt
Hvite gutter alt jeg ser når jeg sover
Niggas tror jeg tror disse tankene med vilje
Men jeg visste 'bout * NSYNC' forgrunnen kontanter kan styre meg
Koloniserte sinn av master og slave
Begge hater niggas som liker niggas den samme
Homofob, jeg prøvde å gangbang
Jeg prøvde å få lagt, måtte jeg få betalt
Hoppet av skipet, jeg lander på føttene
I Corpus Christi, jeg fikk min egen gate
Runnin' denne dritten som det er et spor møtes
Jeg måtte gå hjem, jeg har sett altfor mange niggas dø i en uke
Få mine hunder svart rikdom, la dem leve godt
Hva et mirakel vi drømt, til en million historier å fortelle
Du er nå innstilt på, baby, til ny klassiker
New Machine, holde fred, hold 'em dans
[Kor: Kevin Abstract]
Ikke skyt opp festen
Ikke skyt opp festen
Vær så snill, vær så snill
Ikke skyt opp festen
Ikke skyt opp festen
Vær så snill, vær så snill
Ikke skyt opp festen
Ikke skyt opp mitt parti
Vær så snill (please, please)
Vær så snill (please, please)
[Vers 2: Matt Champion & Joba]
Dette er en jam for dine luner og woes
For folk i ryggen som står på de tippy-tær
Ikke gi faen hva journalisten skrev
Alltid døde inne som de i katakombene
På jakt som en løve i sin trone
Watchin' for byttedyr som kan kuttet strupen
Det er 'bout gang at jeg la rumpa know
Y'all fortjener giljotinen enda mer (Oh, oh)
Kiss my ass, behandler ballene mine som det er misteltein
Faen klasse, få penger av truckload
Siste album med mine hunder, men byen stengt
Du i for et helvete av en tur (Oh, oh)
Dette er en god tid, vet jeg er faen høyre
Bestill hver eneste flaske av den beste vin
Faen om jeg vet, trenger det alle skjønt
Dedikere dette til min familie i Chicago
[Bridge: Kevin Abstract & Joba]
Hold deg nede, jeg beklager
Hold deg ned, du er stygg (Oh, oh)
Folket trenger mer av pengene
Disse hvite mennesker ikke elsker meg (Oh, oh)
Hold deg nede, jeg beklager
Hold deg nede, jeg er sulten (Oh, oh)
Jeg trenger ikke å elske meg
Faen ta deg, kommer faen meg
Jeg vet
[Refreng: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Ikke skyt opp festen
Ikke skyt opp festen
Vær så snill, vær så snill
Ikke skyt opp festen
Ikke skyt opp festen
Vær så snill, vær så snill
Ikke skyt opp festen
Ikke skyt opp mitt parti
Vær så snill (please, please)
Vær så snill (please, please)
[Vers 3: Joba]
Hva er problemet?
Hvorfor du må hente den pistol?
Tenk på hvem gon' savner deg
Vet aldri hva jeg har vært gjennom
Hva er problemet?
Hvorfor du må hente den pistol?
Tenk på hvem gon' savner deg
vet aldri hva de kan gjøre
[Outro: Bearface & Kevin Abstract]
Ikke skyt opp festen
Ikke skyt opp p-
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