"Robes Demo" lyrics
The party's dead, the show is over
It leaves behind some fans, a pleasantly surprised promoter
A couple curious barstaff
A furious bar tab
A gutted-out green room
That'll need to be cleaned soon
It died unfortunately on the day that it burst through
After a brave three hour battle with curfew
I have to say we're gilded but I cannot say we're sorry
I don't know if there's an afterlife but there's an afterparty
The show's all over, it's time to go home
Let's drink cheap whiskey and all get stoned
Pack these PJs and fancy ropes
And then we all fell asleep in our clothes
"Mommy, where do rap shows
Go when they pass away?"
A different answer every Tuesday to Saturday
In heaven's even temper folks, they can pass a J
In hell it's some dude's crib, 'cause his dad's away
We giving birth to a baby that dies nightly in town
For one night and don't ever get to sightsee
From hotel to cars, breakfast via Yelp and stars
Don't ask me where we at tomorrow, I'm sure the drive is hella far
And I don't really wanna think about it
Homie cleared the dining room table so we could drink around it
Sip a natty light, passing wacky tabaccy pipes
Reflecting back on the magical trapping rapping night
I'm high as hell tryna stay in the conversation 'cause
I don't usually smoke until my obligations done
And then I'm Denzel Washington on a train of thought
I'm off the rails and my awareness is trailing off
The show's all over, it's time to go home
Let's drink cheap whiskey and get real stoned
Pack these PJs and fancy ropes
And then we all fell asleep in our clothes
The show's all over, it's time to go home
Let's drink cheap whiskey and get real stoned
Pack these PJs and fancy ropes
And then we all fell asleep in our clothes
I'm higher than I thought, though
Kind of at a crossroads
It's two hundred and five in the morning
And I gotta try to find a place to sleep soon
Homie's got a free room
But it's a little kid's bed, I ain't quite that lit yet
Plus it's hella dog fur
My nose is getting all burnt
Shoutout to my Google Maps
I'm bout to see if there's a super a-list something close by
Dammit, I'm so high
Both thighs is glowing red
Fuck, I need to go bed
We got a long drive and the first shift is all mine
Hotel's eighty bucks
Fuck it, I'm staying up
It's finna be me, coffee, and five hour energy
You hearing me?
Me, coffee, and five hour energy
Give me keys so I can drive off
I'm tryna take some time off
Tomorrow's driving
Get a couple hours out of town
And find a cheap and little motel
Put some wine and fez on it
Laughing keeps me up when I-
Oh, shit
It leaves behind some fans, a pleasantly surprised promoter
A couple curious barstaff
A furious bar tab
A gutted-out green room
That'll need to be cleaned soon
It died unfortunately on the day that it burst through
After a brave three hour battle with curfew
I have to say we're gilded but I cannot say we're sorry
I don't know if there's an afterlife but there's an afterparty
The show's all over, it's time to go home
Let's drink cheap whiskey and all get stoned
Pack these PJs and fancy ropes
And then we all fell asleep in our clothes
"Mommy, where do rap shows
Go when they pass away?"
A different answer every Tuesday to Saturday
In heaven's even temper folks, they can pass a J
In hell it's some dude's crib, 'cause his dad's away
We giving birth to a baby that dies nightly in town
For one night and don't ever get to sightsee
From hotel to cars, breakfast via Yelp and stars
Don't ask me where we at tomorrow, I'm sure the drive is hella far
And I don't really wanna think about it
Homie cleared the dining room table so we could drink around it
Sip a natty light, passing wacky tabaccy pipes
Reflecting back on the magical trapping rapping night
I'm high as hell tryna stay in the conversation 'cause
I don't usually smoke until my obligations done
And then I'm Denzel Washington on a train of thought
I'm off the rails and my awareness is trailing off
The show's all over, it's time to go home
Let's drink cheap whiskey and get real stoned
Pack these PJs and fancy ropes
And then we all fell asleep in our clothes
The show's all over, it's time to go home
Let's drink cheap whiskey and get real stoned
Pack these PJs and fancy ropes
And then we all fell asleep in our clothes
I'm higher than I thought, though
Kind of at a crossroads
It's two hundred and five in the morning
And I gotta try to find a place to sleep soon
Homie's got a free room
But it's a little kid's bed, I ain't quite that lit yet
Plus it's hella dog fur
My nose is getting all burnt
Shoutout to my Google Maps
I'm bout to see if there's a super a-list something close by
Dammit, I'm so high
Both thighs is glowing red
Fuck, I need to go bed
We got a long drive and the first shift is all mine
Hotel's eighty bucks
Fuck it, I'm staying up
It's finna be me, coffee, and five hour energy
You hearing me?
Me, coffee, and five hour energy
Give me keys so I can drive off
I'm tryna take some time off
Tomorrow's driving
Get a couple hours out of town
And find a cheap and little motel
Put some wine and fez on it
Laughing keeps me up when I-
Oh, shit
