Looking on back.
To my time in the sack.
Feel the attack. Hear it clap.
Moving like the sound.
"Clack clack"
Break out all the toys.
Making all of the party noise.
Fuel the coins. Rev the loins.
Rack em up.
Ding Ding Ding
Going in deep
Like I'm one of the sheep.
Time to make a fucking stand.
I'm a one man band.
I'm just a man.
With the million dollar plan.
Gin making friends with tonic.
Scotch moves like Jackson Pollok.
It's going in deep like...
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't nobody partying without the pitty party partying."
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't nobody partying without the pitty party partying."
"Pitty party. Party Pitty. Feeling heavy when I'm going in."
BORED!
Make a sign.
Moving in a fucking line.
I can feel the brutality of the populace SIGH!
BORN!
I confide.
To my inner demise.
Crack the whip, ignite the trip.
From the fires of hell, I will sip.
LORD!
They will cry.
To my prominent rise.
I will heed the words.
Of the fallen heradrim, this time.
YOU!
will understand.
That the weight of my hand.
Will crush every fucking soul.
That's placed itself in my MIND!
ALL LIES!!!
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't nobody partying without the pitty party partying."
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't no Party like a Pity Party"
Oooooh
"Ain't nobody partying without the pitty party partying."
"Pitty party. Party Pitty. Feeling heavy when I'm going in."
That moment when your body,
Feels the beat is too godly.
You turn around and complain,
Like someone misses your folly.
But take a sec. to check yourself,
When you look through your own grind.
See that the venom you spit,
Is just a glimpse of your mind.
You see yourself as so holy,
Yet the world has to endure.
Everytime you open your mouth,
You begin to think you're the cure.
So now I stand today,
To put you back in your place.
You're not judging the beat.
You've judged your own fucking race.
YOU ARE READING
Pity Party (2016)
PoetryPity Party delves deep into the mind of my inner thoughts. I've kept these emotions bottled up for years and figured a concept album could help release the pressure.
