(Brass section plays a loud, triumphant, fast big-band sting. Sound of ice clinking in a glass, followed by loud cheering, whistle blows, and roaring applause from a crowded club.) Party: (Speaking into a vintage microphone with full stage swagger, laughing lightly) Haha, alright, alright! Settle down now! God bless ya, thank you, thank you! (Crowd cheers, clapping slowly dies down into low laughter) Party: Look... you know, I look out at all you beautiful couples in the audience tonight... holding hands, sipping cocktails... and I just gotta say one thing. Count your damn blessings! (Crowd bursts into laughter and agreement) No, I’m serious! Half of you out here are walking around like your partner isn't a total gift. Some of you take a good thing for granted every single day, and frankly? People are done putting up with your bullshit! (Crowd roars with laughter, enthusiastic clapping, and loud "WOOO!"s from the front row) [ch]: 100 proof is not a fucking excuse 200 proof is not a fucking excuse I don't remember is not a fucking excuse I was feeling lonely is not a fucking excuse 100 proof is not a fucking excuse 200 proof is not a fucking excuse I don't remember is not a fucking excuse I was feeling lonely is not a fucking excuse all I ever get from you is another fucking excuse feeling lonely another fucking excuse you wouldn't find out another fucking excuse I don't remember another fucking excuse I was drunk another fucking excuse [male rap vocals V 1]: just remember "I don't remember" is not an fucking excuse neither does it excuse all of the fucking lies of abuse had me at your will but now I refuse every couple days here you go sing the blues copy paste the same losing plays expecting different news little miss damsel in distress even wore a slutty dress to match those cinderella shoes only dudes coming to your rescue be the nubes still paying for nudes I stop listen when plans became a pile of unchecked to dos wasted time after time "you purposely putting your self in these stupid situations" wasted time after time want me to take care of yours as As you disrespect and undermine mine. I don't know what it is about you telling me you're going to do that or this or you wanting us to make a plan to make a to-do list for you to waste time after time little miss until ur monster relaps, perhaps, "all facts " [ch]: 100 proof is not a fucking excuse 200 proof is not a fucking excuse I don't remember is not a fucking excuse I was feeling lonely is not a fucking excuse 100 proof is not a fucking excuse 200 proof is not a fucking excuse I don't remember is not a fucking excuse I was feeling lonely is not a fucking excuse 100 proof another fucking excuse feeling lonely another fucking excuse you wouldn't find out another fucking excuse I don't remember another fucking excuse I was drunk another fucking excuse [male rap vocals]: Tryna clear your wreckage 'til the realization hits 'em came to kill the beast, as you pretend to the victim! come to save you 'cause they don't know what you are came to put out fires, you're the one who lit the spark Fresh blood on the scene, yeah, they sprintin' to the rescue in the dark Blind to the facts and the damage that you do to you fuck that save the victim, tried to turn your lost into found almost put me in the ground looked you in the eye and realized the lies and why you don't look in mirrors much Never miss a beat, but you hate the sound of truth, Crying 'bout a thief while you’re standing red handed in the booth. Hate a liar and a cheat, wanna preach about the deal, But you lie, and you cheat, and you steal keep it real miss you manufactured trouble! as you run along to lie and twist that bubble Point the finger at a cheat like you hate the word, But you lie, cheat, steal—yeah, the play's reversed. Never miss a beat, but you're out of rhythm, Crying over traits that you live and breathe in I swear to God, you get on my fucking nerves. And for lack of better words. party hustle villain squad ch: 100 proof is not a fucking excuse 200 proof is not a fucking excuse I don't remember is not a fucking excuse I was feeling lonely is not a fucking excuse 100 proof is not a fucking excuse 200 proof is not a fucking excuse I don't remember is not a fucking excuse I was feeling lonely is not a fucking excuse 100 proof another fucking excuse feeling lonely another fucking excuse you wouldn't find out another fucking excuse I don't remember another fucking excuse I was drunk another fucking excuse [outro] Point the finger at a cheat like you hate the word, But you lie, cheat, steal I dont feel sorry for you you want to be treated better act better
