party

I come from a crew of big dreamers
And mean thinkers

Mixing trap into The Lion King
As tradition for ending every epic night

We didn’t all die in one of the
Many, many, many stupid but glorious decisions
We’ve made that night

As the high starts to wear off I’m
Pleased with the choices I’ve made

Friendships over shallow fucks always
Yield the results I want

The boat is not hard to find
If you know where to look

But like love, the best way to know where it is
Is just to say yes to the ride

In this case: that ride is a blue Byrd bus
Fully equipped with speakers and whiskey
And smiles and bittersweet memories that—

It’ll keep going: you may have to steer
Left to make it straight, you may have to push
To jump-start if it’s been sitting too long.

But it’ll always be there as a more adventurous
And fulfilling mode of getting you
To where we’re all going anyways.

It’s pleasant to know that I’m always welcome
Back on this ship since they just seem to know me

My radness hasn’t been melted by time, we’ll hug hello
And dance the night away — as if no time had
Been lost because the beat kept us on

Track the whole time.