This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
It's clipping., bitch
Turnt than a motherfucker
Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her
All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'
But they spot is 'bout to close and they ain't pullin' nothin'
Walls smell like pussy when it sweat
Snort it to the face, but the club wet
Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex
Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex
She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin'
Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean
And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open
But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken
Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low
DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard
With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass
And breaking lamps from beatin pussy purple cause she like it fast
Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Bey-
Oncé, and tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free
Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be
But shit, the spot about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak?
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight (Yeah ho!)
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
I'm drunker than I ever been (Drunk)
Higher than I ever been (I'm high)
Don't you want to take me to the bar
To get a shot again? (Boom)
Don't you want to take me home?
Don't you want to see me roam? (Yeah, ho!)
Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound
I'm all up in my zone
Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin'
I just want some sex
Nothing else to do when I leave the club
So that's the best thing next
Here, just take my number
When you leave, make sure you send a text
I'll be at the Waffle House waiting
Baby, fuck the rest (Yeah, ho!)
If you at the club and you feel trashed
And it's about to close (Yeah, ho!)
Make sure you have a freak that knows
How to bend and touch her toes
Make sure that that boy know
He got a play, what he waiting, I'm sold
He get to see me do dances and shit
Doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
Yup
It's clipping.
Bitch
Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums
Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums
Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet
Cab to the someplace, head in the backseat
Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards
Hands fumbling through denim, keys—keys open doors
Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin
Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin'
Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips
Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips
Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down
*Ah-hhh, ah-hhh* Eyes rolling, bones shaking
Lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath
Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast?
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
Turnt than a motherfucker
Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her
All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'
But they spot is 'bout to close and they ain't pullin' nothin'
Walls smell like pussy when it sweat
Snort it to the face, but the club wet
Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex
Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex
She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin'
Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean
And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open
But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken
Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low
DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard
With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass
And breaking lamps from beatin pussy purple cause she like it fast
Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Bey-
Oncé, and tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free
Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be
But shit, the spot about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak?
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight (Yeah ho!)
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
I'm drunker than I ever been (Drunk)
Higher than I ever been (I'm high)
Don't you want to take me to the bar
To get a shot again? (Boom)
Don't you want to take me home?
Don't you want to see me roam? (Yeah, ho!)
Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound
I'm all up in my zone
Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin'
I just want some sex
Nothing else to do when I leave the club
So that's the best thing next
Here, just take my number
When you leave, make sure you send a text
I'll be at the Waffle House waiting
Baby, fuck the rest (Yeah, ho!)
If you at the club and you feel trashed
And it's about to close (Yeah, ho!)
Make sure you have a freak that knows
How to bend and touch her toes
Make sure that that boy know
He got a play, what he waiting, I'm sold
He get to see me do dances and shit
Doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
Yup
It's clipping.
Bitch
Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums
Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums
Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet
Cab to the someplace, head in the backseat
Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards
Hands fumbling through denim, keys—keys open doors
Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin
Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin'
Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips
Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips
Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down
*Ah-hhh, ah-hhh* Eyes rolling, bones shaking
Lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath
Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast?
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
Lyrics submitted by furyroad97
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