Glitter
Party boy coming your way.
All the boys in the room wanna get a taste.
Most of them won't get past first base,
but what can I say, I like the chase.
Smoke in the air, we just don't care.
How'd I end up in my underwear?
Bitches doin' lines underneath the stairs
singing Britney Spears like the younger years.
I drink until I can't think,
throw up in the sink,
the do it all again, again, again.
But now it's the end.
Time to go to bed.
Go to bed.
Now the party's over. There's glitter on the floor.
Now I'm all alone. Everyone is out the door.
Now I'm just hungover. My head is fucking sore.
Left here by myself with glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor-or-or.
I drink until I can't think,
throw up in the sink,
the do it all again, again, again.
But now it's the end.
Time to go to bed.
Go to bed.
Now the party's over. There's glitter on the floor.
Now I'm all alone. Everyone is out the door.
Now I'm just hungover. My head is fucking sore.
Left here by myself with glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor-or-or.
Now the party's over. There's glitter on the floor.
Now I'm all alone. Everyone is out the door.
Now I'm just hungover. My head is fucking sore.
Left here by myself with glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor-or-or.
All the boys in the room wanna get a taste.
Most of them won't get past first base,
but what can I say, I like the chase.
Smoke in the air, we just don't care.
How'd I end up in my underwear?
Bitches doin' lines underneath the stairs
singing Britney Spears like the younger years.
I drink until I can't think,
throw up in the sink,
the do it all again, again, again.
But now it's the end.
Time to go to bed.
Go to bed.
Now the party's over. There's glitter on the floor.
Now I'm all alone. Everyone is out the door.
Now I'm just hungover. My head is fucking sore.
Left here by myself with glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor-or-or.
I drink until I can't think,
throw up in the sink,
the do it all again, again, again.
But now it's the end.
Time to go to bed.
Go to bed.
Now the party's over. There's glitter on the floor.
Now I'm all alone. Everyone is out the door.
Now I'm just hungover. My head is fucking sore.
Left here by myself with glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor-or-or.
Now the party's over. There's glitter on the floor.
Now I'm all alone. Everyone is out the door.
Now I'm just hungover. My head is fucking sore.
Left here by myself with glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
Glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor.
With glitter on the floor-or-or.
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Hill
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