Party Still Jumpin'

Lids low, move slow
Midnight was 3 years ago
And when it's gone it's gone
Bottles, cans, and broken bongs
Shit... I forgot how it started
Fuck the relativity, Einstein-retarded
It's not a curse, it's not a blessing
Couldn't be worse if you never learned the lesson
I'm decompressing, becoming someone else
Dropped off my soul and exchanged all my brain cells
The same world, seen through different eyes
Unlocked deceptions identified by different lies
And now I'm coming down, the sun is coming up
I'm still drunk, I'm still high, I'm still broke as fuck
But I still show up, gotta count for something
When the show don't go on, the party's still jumpin'

The night'll fade away, I almost see the sun
I'm barely getting started, most of these cats are done
I've only just begun, to do what I intend
I put my soul on display, and listen to how it blends
You couldn't comprehend, the things that I achieve
You're surface driven, you gotta see it just to believe
And it's ironic cause everyone's eyes are really shut
And they're ignoring the feeling that's really in their gut
And I can't answer what, nor can I why or how
I know the when and the who and that's all I've figured out
It's universal law, whether you know or not
No pulling out of this game and the show will never stop
So I don't have a choice, I take another step
Move forward in my brain, and let my thoughts connect
Upon a plane, where the sane ain't reality
The sound waves ever bumping' and the party still jumping

You know, if I'd ever find my people
I would leave em', not that I'm completely evil
But I've seen enough, and I know too much
If I let go my vices, I would lose my clutch
Of the few strands of reality I still have left
Infallibility always fails the test
Nonetheless, too alive to be tired
Half dead wretch with a catch so inspired

But it ain't even required when we do it by default
Or in our sleep, or comatose -just to add to the insult
It's second nature, curiosity will send a jolt
And you'll experiment with psychedelics just to find results
So now I'm writing rhymes all about what I interpret
Suddenly the universe and world around me ain't so perfect
My head is aching, my hands bloody and shaken
Metaphorically speaking, the life of ignorance taken
And so we do what we can if only simply for us
And even do it when it's over and the microphone's rust
We bust, appreciating every angle of absurdity
And guarantee definitively an echo for eternity