This Party

Song: This Party

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/this-party

Jimmy and the best of the inner-city stress

Ain’t a blade dull enough they couldn’t put into your chest

Yeah, life is short. Skip the court date

Either blow a kiss or skip the foreplay

Hey the skills support weight and can take a few shots

Na I ain’t got five bucks, but I’ma take a few cups

Yeah, that just happened- we ain’t givin’ any threats

We throw down with the ease of brushin’ teeth and gettin’ dressed

We come from women that don’t speak too softly

Households either hangin’ on the edge or fallin’ off it

Past girlfriends that spit hot heat

With more tattoos up their sleeve than Riverwest Milwaukee

You’re takin’ caution and it hasn’t even started

You couldn’t take a sip without getting’ naucious

If I was you I’d turn around and start walkin’

Can’t bring an affectation to the hard copy- watch me

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Chorus

I hope you understand this party

Ain’t the type you wanna get lost in

Everybody’s jumpin’ on it

Now could ya try and keep up with me

In a crowded apartment

They draw lines just to cross’em

Ya wind up on the wrong side talkin’

That’s how ya get caught in the heart of the city

In the city

In the city

In the city

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Prominent constant popularity contest

Runnin’ accomplice with the common paper confidence

Collars are poppin’, mommies droppin’ thermometers

Whatever their style cost’em off’a store credit

Word vomitin’, vowels clashin’ to consonants

A crowd’s complex of talkin’ just to be talkin’

For sonorous dominance singin’ along not matter what song it is

Followin’ followings, but they don’t get it.

You coulnd’t breathe the heat without a lung collapsin’

You’re dealin’ with a band’a third-world-circus flame catchers

Straight-face crazy without the straight jackets

Your crew’s badass, this crew maneuvers plane crashes

Stunt bikers, alpha street fighters

Midnight-maraudin’-subterraneous graffiti writers

Veterans of the ‘yes yes y’all”

Makin’ the house jump off the foundation (c’mon)

Chorus

(Beat Box Solo)

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