"R.I.P. To The Club" lyrics
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires huntin' for blood
R.I.P. to the club
R.I.P. how it was
Guard the bathroom door, I'm a lightweight
Burn calories off kissin' blind dates
Frizzy hair curlin' on my dance break
They allowed to watch, but never narrate
Dress stay hiked, nobody calls me shy
You might spot me out, but you could never recognize
Shadows come to die
Somethin' 'bout the underground brings me back to life
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires huntin' for blood
I was getting fucked up
Long before twenty-one
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires out on the hunt
Shy girls wanna have fun
Virgin wings for the angels we were
You wouldn't recognize me at all
Seventeen in the city, I got the fake ID
Took the LIRR in from Mineola 'cause parking's free
Cami gettin' older, I'm pullin' her out the house with me and
Got written up on the subway for havin' open drinks
But no one knows who we are here
Penthouse parties, don't belong here
Class in the AM, but I don't care
And they all stare
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires huntin' for blood
I was getting fucked up
Long before twenty-one
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires out on the hunt
Shy girls wanna have fun
Virgin wings for the angels we were
You wouldn't recognize me at all
(R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.)
(On the hunt, on the hunt, on the hunt)
Shy girls wanna have fun
Virgin wings for the angels we were
You wouldn't recognize me at all
Vampires huntin' for blood
R.I.P. to the club
R.I.P. how it was
Guard the bathroom door, I'm a lightweight
Burn calories off kissin' blind dates
Frizzy hair curlin' on my dance break
They allowed to watch, but never narrate
Dress stay hiked, nobody calls me shy
You might spot me out, but you could never recognize
Shadows come to die
Somethin' 'bout the underground brings me back to life
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires huntin' for blood
I was getting fucked up
Long before twenty-one
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires out on the hunt
Shy girls wanna have fun
Virgin wings for the angels we were
You wouldn't recognize me at all
Seventeen in the city, I got the fake ID
Took the LIRR in from Mineola 'cause parking's free
Cami gettin' older, I'm pullin' her out the house with me and
Got written up on the subway for havin' open drinks
But no one knows who we are here
Penthouse parties, don't belong here
Class in the AM, but I don't care
And they all stare
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires huntin' for blood
I was getting fucked up
Long before twenty-one
R.I.P. to the club
Vampires out on the hunt
Shy girls wanna have fun
Virgin wings for the angels we were
You wouldn't recognize me at all
(R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.)
(On the hunt, on the hunt, on the hunt)
Shy girls wanna have fun
Virgin wings for the angels we were
You wouldn't recognize me at all
Writer(s): Jackson Henry Foote, Julia Jade Capello
