AT THE PARTY

Kid Cudi & Pharrell Williams & Travis Scott - Rap, In English
AT THE PARTY
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Duration: 3:58
Lyrics
[Intro: Kid Cudi] Yeah [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, Kid Cudi] We were just there at the party, she was drinkin', prolly She serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly, started feelin' godly Near death, mmm, outta body (Uh-huh) We were just there at the party (What? Eugh) We were just there at the party (What? Hot) We were just there at the party, she was drinkin', prolly She serious, not sorry (Shh, shh) That's when she just hit it hardly, started feelin' godly (Shh, shh, hot) Near death, mmm, outta body We were just there at the party (What? Shh, shh, hot) We were just there at the party (What? Shh, shh) (Hot, hot, hot, hot) [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Got it sewn up (Up) Just a nigga creepin' on duck (Duck) Tequila in my cup (Up) Drink it all, never get enough ('Nough) Bottle, got it, raise it on up (Up) Nice in my leather Niggas gon' learn the four letters (Yeah) Walk in, not many better Members of the Rage (Yeah) Now I just flip another page (Hot, hot, hot) Then I'm out in Paris with my babe (Hot, hot, hot) Shit is not the same (Yeah) Nigga never playin' (Shh) Walked and I fell and I crumbled Though I was a broken man (Shh) Bleed 'til I seen I can achieve what I dream Full steam on the humble Always think of Virgil I was always hit with the no-no Gave no fucks, I'm not normal (Uh) Yeah, somethin' different (Uh) Everybody wanna talk shizzit 'Til they get punched in the lizzip (Bitch) You's a punk bizzitch (Who) I don't give a fuck what they sayin' Cleveland city roots (Aroo, who) Anybody else get loose When I get it in, tripped on shrooms And I'm screamin' out, "Fuck them" Runnin' with the troops (Fuck, yeah) I'm a top-notch nigga you ain't ever seen (Yeah) You ain't happy with your life, you need to make a dream (Ooh) Off a movie set, dog, this another scene (Yeah) 'Cause the uh so good, she don't wanna leave (Ooh) Just a lover in the night life (Yeah) Baby love me, beg to get it, this a stick, right? (Yeehaw) Said she wanna swim in night vibes (Yeah) I got what you want, ma, dealin' with a king (Yeah) [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, Kid Cudi, Travis Scott] We were just there at the party, she was drinkin', prolly She serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly Near death, mmm, outta body We were just there at the party (What? Where you at, nigga?) We were just there at the party (What?) We were just there at the party, she was drinkin', prolly She serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly Near death, mmm, outta body We were just there at the party (What? Let's go) We were just there at the party (Trav, woo) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] I was just there at the function Had this shit bumpin', Vivienne Westwood with the buttons (Yeah) I went no limit with the budget P and the Cudi, had the hoes heavy on the money (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Took her right down to the dungeon Wildin' in the night, we ain't leavin' out 'til it's sunny (It's lit) Heavy outside, how it's lookin' (Ooh), baby not a rookie (Ooh) Hit the backdoor when they book me Just need you to remember four letters It's fake and the love (Love) That's why the rage live forever (Ever) Hot in a Comme des sweater (Hot), baby, cool me off (Hot) She gone get a top, yeah, you dig it? (Hot) Switch on the Glock like a widget I was in the party, told them bring it back when they get it Stars in my Rolls and my fitted (Mmm) I be blowin' loud, you be lovin' me, yeah, admit it I need a psht that can dance (Yeah) Good with her hands, and know the plans in advance (Yeah) And she cummin' fast, like a cheetah But she not a cheater 'Cause I'ma have to run from a cheater (Skrrt, skrrt) Lockin' up the heart in a freezer (Yeah) Gotta keep it cold, he cold, he cold (Cold) Cacti, mix it with tequila (Hot) Take it all at once, I'ma have to leave with a— (Man) [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] We were just there at the party, she was drinkin', prolly She serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly Near death, mmm, outta body We were just there at the party (What?) We were just there at the party (What?) We were just there at the party, she was drinkin', prolly She serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly Near death, mmm, outta body We were just there at the party (What?) We were just there at the party (What?)
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Credits
- Writers
- Kid Cudi
- Pharrell Williams
- Travis Scott
- Dot Da Genius