Breon S.Y.N.D.E.L - Lavender Lyrics

I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and nobody's sober

Yea
Yea

I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and nobody's sober

I roll up now the weed is in my hand
Shawty came up she say that she's a fan
She said I like your shoes
I say thank you for the compliment but I like you

Yea

What's your name
What's your sign
What's your dream
What's your line
And did I say you looking fine?
I'm just saying we can talk about the moon and stars
I'm just saying we can take the car and go to mars

I'm just saying i don't know why we waiting
I know you playign
When you told me that you were dating
You was baiting
Now you calling me the liar sayin I'm satan

(I don't care about you that much)

I've been living out my car for the last week
Pull me over twice running through these lights track meet
I wont tell you that because i'm scared that you would judge me
I wont tell you that but i promise that you could trust me

I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and nobody's sober
I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and nobody's sober

Where's the bottom of my glass
90 in the whip think I might crash
Ya I'm feeling good
But it won't last
Cuz you hate me
And you know I got a past

I'll be home fine
I can feel it through the text you wine
Million questions are shooting through my mind
But I'm young and I'm chilling through my prime

I need my face sat on
Talk about your day
Sex is just an add on

Got me thinking you can lead me to the light
Remember when all our gazes turned to bites

Had to cancel all my dinner reservations,
You know I had all my reservations
You were never one to be rather patient
Can't believe shit started from a conversation

Got us making love
Looking at the sun rise
You should have my baby
We can watch our son rise

Na I mean that shit
Things will get pretty Rocky
I would tell him
Damn son you got a pretty mommy
Yea
You got a pretty mommy

I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and nobody's sober
I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and no

I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and nobody's sober
I show up to the party and the party's over
I showed up to the party and nobody's sober

Where's the bottom of my glass
90 in the whip think I might crash
Ya I'm feeling good
But it won't last
Cuz you hate me
And you know I got a past

What the hell?

(Being nice is hard, I don't know how
Id rather be a front)