Party: (Tone shifts to dramatic, over-the-top heartbreak passion) Listen to me! Just worry about yourself! Heartbreak is real, baby! Wake up! Get your shit together before you’re smoking alone at three in the morning like me! (Crowd goes wild—screaming, cheering, laughing hysterically) Party: (Laughs, rattling the ice in his glass) Ah, but look, that being said...if you don't know who I am. I’m Party Hustle, you may call me Party for short representing the world-dangerous Villain Squad.. fuck you very much (Big band hits a sharp, suspenseful crescendo) Party: Henchmen... hit it! (Explosive horn section blasts, heavy bass/drums drop, track begins) Chorus: sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie we can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus V1:coming up i knew many hoopers All kinds of shooters Some played ball Some lock and load with a call Others sick chasen a dragon ball Thats basketball,Needles & glocks, for yall I dress up bars like rupaul Drag myself thru painful memories To make melodies Purposeful penalties all they see is mom and dad not knowing we've turnt to Homegrown enemies Turna Home game toa shooting range One way to make the front page Young rage Smoken on ops Aimmin at cops, Blowcain turned her bathroom to a powder room all these fucking lines Got me in the burbs but im still throwing gang signs Chorus: sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus [v]:Red lights reflecting off the cracked front glass Staring at a speedometer moving way too fast Got a text at three, didn’t like how it sounded Another homie overdosed, Another homie in a box, another soul grounded You ever look at the sky and just ask "Why us?" Sick of sitting in rooms while memories build mistrust waiting for more bad news to break How much mother fuckin grief can one take? one hand on the wheel, but my thoughts back there Sinking lower in the seat, breathing cold night air Yeah, the world keeps spinning while you’re stuck in place So I smash the gas just to feel some Static in my ears, pressure in my jaw Trying not to think about the shit I just saw Pull the weight of the world off my shoulders for a minute—i just need to smoke Chorus: sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus sswweerrvviinn, Like fuck it homie i can die tonight, and we jus fuck it party Hustle- villain squad Party Hustle villain squad
