Party Over Here - Intellectual

[Intro]

Party over here, fuck you over there

Party over here, fuck you

Party over here, fuck you over there

Party right here, fuck you

[Verse 1]

And there she blows, slip into the bathroom

Lock the door, sniffing like a vacuum

And I know that it ain't nobodies business

But last time she was in there for twenty minutes

Her roommate Ruth sitting at that booth

Sucking on that wine like she's gonna find the truth

Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red

She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said

And that's Johnson

He's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin'

Acts like he's the only white boy from Compton

If real G's show up, the attitude is gone

Jill forgot that they agreed no coke

Cause Jacks on the couch passed out with his mouth open

Led Zeppelin, Stairway To Heaven

Stay in step cause anyone can have a weapon

Just like Chad, real white trash

Short fuse quick to put his foot up your ass

Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca

And I advise you to try not to smile at her

And lets all have deep conversation

Alcohol and dialogue, perfect combination

Throw in a cokehead or a pothead

Just can't stop them thought provoking topics

Look somebody puked in the fridge

Ain't that great, it's where the beer lives

The music's too loud to hear the fire alarm

And I'mma set a fire if you don't change the song

C'mon

[Break]

(Nothin' but love bones)

Da da, da, da, da da

Da, da, ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Verse 3]

Yeah there was a party, many people came through

Standing on the wall, 'cause that's what I do

Small-talk shot dialogue, push snooze

Defense mech on cause I got a lotta shoes

The moment got stolen by a woman in red

With a campaign slogan about the straight edge

But her sentence is broken, her focus, a fraction

The ash on her Camels at an inch and a half

And her voice starts to crack, and her head starts to twitch

And Ant looks at me like (What's up with this bitch?)

I can tell by the stains and the way she complains

That pills ain't to blame and it ain't cocaine

She had too, too, too much coffee

[Verse 2]

Nate must have drank a lot of Black Label

Tryin' to play the Rottweiler under the table

Now light another cigarette off of the stove

Both ya'll drunk, which one of ya'll drove?

These people need to stay off the sauce

I'm shocked that the neighbors ain't called the cops

The music, the drunk, the fights out front

And half of these kids ain't even near twenty one

Who's party is this, who's home is this?

How'd I get here man, I do grownup shit

Let me know when your games are all done

Cause I can't fuck with these games you call fun

[Break]

Have fun (Have fun)

Have, have, have fun

Have fun (Have fun)

Have, have, have fun

[Outro]

Party over here, fuck you over there

Party over here, fuck you

Party over here, fuck you over there (Say turn it up!)

Party over here, fuck you over there

Party right here, fuck you (fuck you)