Party Crasher - Radio Edit

[Chorus: GaTa] My face card good, I don’t need no invite Professional party crasher, I’m tearin’ it up tonight Watch my footwork, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My diamonds on bust, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My face card good, I don’t need no invite Professional party crasher, I’m tearin’ it up tonight Watch my footwork, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My diamonds on bust, I’m tearin’ it up tonight [Verse 1: Jett Lennon] I’m arrivin’ at the club, like what is the current vibe? (Yeah) Oh wait, I forgot I’d rather stay home writin’ rhymes (I would) My mind it is turbulent (Aye), but I’m divin’ in that I’m rollin’ (Aye), I’m crusin’ (Aye), I’m beggin’ for a brusin’ (Yeah) I got nothin’ to be losin, call me Ollie, it gon’ rain (Uh-huh) Like the first letter, proper noun, I mean capital gain That should be aparent to you, stockin’ father bondin’ time (Stocks and bonds?) I’m a suburban kid, Mr. Goody Two Shoes Always did my homework on time I had a loose screw (Yeah) Today, I need to increase every one of my revenues (Aye) I’m cravin’ the paper (Yeah), for get what they be cookin’ (I did) As soon as they ain’t lookin’ (Uh-huh), I’ma eat the menu [Chorus: GaTa] My face card good, I don’t need no invite Professional party crasher, I’m tearin’ it up tonight Watch my footwork, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My diamonds on bust, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My face card good, I don’t need no invite Professional party crasher, I’m tearin’ it up tonight Watch my footwork, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My diamonds on bust, I’m tearin’ it up tonight [Verse 2: Jett Lennon] I’m onomatopeian’ on the beat as if my bladder’s full Konica Minolta, that’s my new name stackin’ paper, fool (Yeah) If you write a book on my demise, it will be fiction (Mhmm) That should come as no surprise and in this instant Like mashed potatoes, you already should know this (You should) I realize my rhymes, they be gettin’ so explosive (Pow) It’s gettin’ real ambitious (Yeah), it’s almost kinda scary (I’m scared) Back up, baby, put it in reverse like your name was Terry [Interlude] Put it in reverse, Terry, put it in reverse Oh Lord, Lord, Jesus, oh Lord, oh Jesus What the, whatchu doin’, Terry? [Chorus: GaTa] My face card good, I don’t need no invite Professional party crasher, I’m tearin’ it up tonight Watch my footwork, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My diamonds on bust, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My face card good, I don’t need no invite Professional party crasher, I’m tearin’ it up tonight Watch my footwork, I’m tearin’ it up tonight My diamonds on bust, I’m tearin’ it up tonight