Maria Taylor - Irish goodbye

Oh ooh oh ooh

Nonstop talk
It's eleven o'clock
There's a line coming out the door
I'm not feeling it
But I swore I'd go

Thrift shop
Rock a little light on a cock
All the kids screaming out for more
I'm not getting it
I'd swear I've been here before

How can you rap
For all that sunset?
The sequin still isn't done
And I'd like to know
You get me

Oh ooh oh ooh

Third full sip
Off the straight line tip
Just one now, but I want more
Another, promise me
Thrown out the door

Through a bloodshot haze
Watch the day get paid
Find a friend, ask him take me home
And could you stay awhile
Now I can't be alone

How can you rap
For all that sunset?
The sequin still isn't done
And I'd like to know
You get me

Oh ooh oh ooh

Proto-topical combo won't be remembered tomorrow
On a rival, recited eye-fulls
Insightful trifle, eyes closed
Exposed to idle chatter when night falls
Goodnight, ya'll

Hard not to ignore, already out the door
With an irish goodbye now
Unintended to listen to attempts to
Mask glass intentions
Indicitave with the sunset's conviction
At will on the decline
Uphill, headspill off a mental treadmill
Shatter the sequins from a standstill
Keep it Real

How can you rap
For all that sunset?
The sequin still isn't done yet
I'd like to know
You get me

Oh ooh oh ooh
Oh ooh