After the Party

Ayo baby, come over here

Lemme, let me holla at you for a minute(I am your conscience)

Nah, nah,

I'm saying f'real, come over here

Nah f'real let me, lemme holla at you f'real, no, no ********(I am making a total ass of myself)

**** nah(I am your conscience)

Ayo check it out, ay umm

You wanna go to the

Waffle House, get some food?(I just did another pick-up line that didn't go over)

No, what the **** you mean no?

I'm sayin yo,

I'm aight(Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am)(Yeah, that'll get her on my side)

I'm Phonte from

Little Brother, you heard, you know me

Can't stop, won't stop(She's never heard of me, wow what a surprise)(I am your conscience)

Aight look okay maybe you got a bad mouth

Aight, whatever for,

I'm just saying

Now don't, don't make a ***** go home tonight man

I, I(Maybe you should just say something nice to her and, wrap it up)

I, I mean,

I'm just saying like you looking good, knahmsaying(You're not ******* tonight)

Don't let a ***** go home alone tonight(I am your conscience)

Parking lot pimps, 9 out of 10 more parking lot simps

Ladies want lobster but settle fo' shrimps

Dikembe Mutombo, blocking all attempts

****** ain't pimps

Tugging elbows

When you walk by, compliment you on your toes

Heard all the cons now listen to the pros

Knew you looked girl that's just the way it goes

As if you didn't know;

I saw you at the bar

I'm leaning on this

Escalade, but it ain't my car

When you gon' recognize

I'm something like a star

My crib down the street, we ain't gotta go far

I know I sound wrong, but

I'm just being real

No games, aim is to tell you how

I feel, trying to cop a feel

Me and you backseat,

I just wanna chill

If looks could kill, first name would be

BillOut on a

Friday night, fake smiles and flashing lights

Where do all the lonely people go when the party's over?

Everybody is your friend,

I hope this never ends

Cause I don't know where lonely people go when the party's over(And the people go)

The milk's gone bad, the bees flew

SouthThe honey's all gone and the birds talking 'bout

They ain't hanging out 'cause they gotta go to work

One just had a daughter, one gotta go to church

I think I need to work on me 'cause it hurts

To see every weekend eating all my paystub

Always trying to impress these ******

With expensive-ass liquor

I don't even like the taste of

I think it's sickening

Things we do to see and be seen on the scene

We seem to love it, so lost when the lights go off

We sit and we often wonder what's the meaning of it

It's like nobody want to live they life

They just wanna re-enact the same scene every night

Everybody's selling fantasies, no matter what the price

Like I'll love you forever, but forever ends tonight

This is the last call, for the jump off express

All potential passengers

Please leave your pride and dignity in the parking lot

And come holla at the ***** in the red '93

CivicOne deluxe pass, on the jump off express gets you

One meal at the 24 hour restaurant of your choice

Followed by 15 minutes of passion on my momma futon

Those with self-esteem need not apply

****, I think

I'm just go on hit up this cookout on

Capital Boulevard

Go on get me a fancy, banana pudding shake

And a side of hush puppies

Just call it a goddamn night man, it's over