After The Party Lyrics - Leftback - Little Brother

Ayo baby, come over here 

Lemme, let me holla at you for a minute 

(I am your conscience) 

Nah, nah, I'm saying f'real, come over here 

Nah f'real let me, lemme holla at you f'real, no, no bullshit 

(I am making a total ass of myself) 

Fuck nah 

(I am your conscience) 

Ayo check it out, ay umm 

You wanna go to the Waffle House, get some food? 

(I just did another pick-up line that didn't go over) 

No, what the fuck you mean no? I'm sayin yo, I'm aight 

(Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am) 

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(Yeah, that'll get her on my side) 

I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you heard, you know me 

Can't stop, won't stop 

(She's never heard of me, wow what a surprise) 

(I am your conscience) 

Aight look okay maybe you got a bad mouth 

Aight, whatever for, I'm just saying 

Now don't, don't make a nigga go home tonight man I, I 

(Maybe you should just say something nice to her and, wrap it up) 

I, I mean, I'm just saying like you looking good, knahmsaying 

(You're not fucking tonight) 

Don't let a nigga go home alone tonight 

(I am your conscience) 

Parking lot pimps, 9 out of 10 more parking lot simps 

Ladies want lobster but settle fo' shrimps 

Dikembe Mutombo, blocking all attempts 

Niggas ain't pimps 

Photos 

Tugging elbows 

When you walk by, compliment you on your toes 

Heard all the cons now listen to the pros 

Knew you looked girl that's just the way it goes 

As if you didn't know; I saw you at the bar 

I'm leaning on this Escalade, but it ain't my car 

When you gon' recognize I'm something like a star 

My crib down the street, we ain't gotta go far 

I know I sound wrong, but I'm just being real 

No games, aim is to tell you how I feel, trying to cop a feel 

Me and you backseat, I just wanna chill 

If looks could kill, first name would be Bill 

Out on a Friday night, fake smiles and flashing lights 

Where do all the lonely people go when the party's over? 

Everybody is your friend, I hope this never ends 

Cause I don't know where lonely people go when the party's over 

(And the people go) 

The milk's gone bad, the bees flew South 

The honey's all gone and the birds talking 'bout 

They ain't hanging out 'cause they gotta go to work 

One just had a daughter, one gotta go to church 

I think I need to work on me 'cause it hurts 

To see every weekend eating all my paystub 

Always trying to impress these niggas 

With expensive-ass liquor I don't even like the taste of 

I think it's sickening 

Things we do to see and be seen on the scene 

We seem to love it, so lost when the lights go off 

We sit and we often wonder what's the meaning of it 

It's like nobody want to live they life 

They just wanna re-enact the same scene every night 

Everybody's selling fantasies, no matter what the price 

Like I'll love you forever, but forever ends tonight 

This is the last call, for the jump off express 

All potential passengers 

Please leave your pride and dignity in the parking lot 

And come holla at the nigga in the red '93 Civic 

One deluxe pass, on the jump off express gets you 

One meal at the 24 hour restaurant of your choice 

Followed by 15 minutes of passion on my momma futon 

Those with self-esteem need not apply 

Shit, I think I'm just go on hit up this cookout on Capital Boulevard 

Go on get me a fancy, banana pudding shake 

And a side of hush puppies 

Just call it a goddamn night man, it's over