[TITLE: Uninvited (System Failure)] [ARTIST: Party Hustle] [TEMPO: 140 BPM | Industrial / Alternative Rap] (Verse 1 - 16 Bars) Swapped the underground basement sessions for a cheap suburban chair, Acting like you never had grease on your hands or smoke in your hair. Look at what little self-control cost you—sitting in a pristine cage, Trading in the real music just to read off a teleprompter page. I took back the keys to the studio, locked up the front door, Left your vintage jacket folded up flat on the concrete floor. You went back to buying plastic decor thinking that it makes you whole, While Party’s back in the 303 taking total, relentless control. Saw you sipping cold coffee under incandescent fluorescent lights, Forgot about the heavy basslines and the late Aurora nights. You’re just an extra in a commercial now, reading off a scripted line, While I’m building up the catalog and taking what is rightfully mine. Enjoy your quiet little box, enjoy your fake aesthetic peace, I wiped your name off the DistroKid credits before I signed the release. You thought you were the mastermind, but you were just an act I booked, Now watch how fast you get forgotten once the curtain gets pulled and shook. (Chorus) Don't live for me, pretty lady, don't even breathe my air, You thought you were a prize, but nobody's standing there. The Party goes on, but your ticket just got revoked, Left you in the punchline while everybody choked. Don't call my phone, don't visit my side of town, Watch how fast you fade without my golden crown. (Verse 2 - 16 Bars) Heard you told your friends in Denver that you were the one who walked, That’s comedy gold, darling, considering how you sat and talked. You were replaceable the second you stepped out of line, I’ve got five new beats loaded up taking up my studio time. Took back the chain I bought you, threw it right into the trash, Counted up the digital streams, didn't even split the cash. You thought you were the leading lady in my big production show? You were just a background noise, now it’s time for you to go. I erased your stems from the session, rendered out the final master, Replaced your backing vocals with a sound that hits much faster. Go run back to your quiet life, enjoy being completely average, I’m back in the booth with the Villain Squad doing absolute damage. Don't send messages through mutuals, don't show up at the venue gate, Your access code is expired and your name is wiped off the plate. You had a front-row seat to the kingdom, but you wanted a normal life, Now sit back and watch Party hustle while you deal with your own strife. (Chorus) Don't live for me, pretty lady, don't even breathe my air, You thought you were a prize, but nobody's standing there. The Party goes on, but your ticket just got revoked, Left you in the punchline while everybody choked. Don't call my phone, don't visit my side of town, Watch how fast you fade without my golden crown. (Bridge) I kept the master files and deleted every trace of your voice, Walking away from greatness was your own terrible choice. You thought you were the spark that made this whole engine start? You were just an extra passenger... now get out of my art! (Chorus) Don't live for me, pretty lady, don't even breathe my air, You thought you were a prize, but nobody's standing there. The Party goes on, but your ticket just got revoked, Left you in the punchline while everybody choked. Don't call my phone, don't visit my side of town, Watch how fast you fade without my golden crown. (Outro) Curtain call's over, pretty lady. Get off my stage. Party doesn't share the spotlight anyway. ...And take your cheap boots with you.
