The Party by sugarmilk

You tried to take a bite but I’m a mouthful
Sevina jalapeño on your tongue
You underestimated my potential
And now I’m gonna play you like a drum

I’ve got the key card
Not here for you
Not gonna show up
Got shit to do

I don’t have to trash a hotel room
And I don’t need your confetti
Don’t have to go to the party
I am
The champagne on the ceiling
The rhythm that you’ve been feeling
So I never have to go to the party
I am
The party
I am the groove
I am the party
I make the moves

I’ve got my fingers in the pie
I’ve got my hands in the cake cake
Don’t need your frosting or your icing
Yeah they just suffocate me

Don’t need your invite
Don’t like your rules
You want me naked,
Just like the truth

I don’t have to trash a hotel room
And I don’t need your confetti
Don’t have to go to the party
I am
The champagne on the ceiling
The rhythm that you’ve been feeling
So I never have to go to the party
I am
The party
I am the groove
I am the party
I make the moves

I’m the party, I’m the flavor, I’m the beat that you can’t stop
I’m the money in your pocket I’m the swagger in your walk

I don’t have to trash a hotel room
And I don’t need your confetti
Don’t have to go to the party
I am
The champagne on the ceiling
The rhythm that you’ve been feeling
So I never have to go to the party

• Pop
• dark pop
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• synth pop
• California