Nonstop 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