Party Like It’s ’84

Party Like it’s ‘99
Little red corvettes
And this is what it sounds like when your dad cries
That’s the trouble with paradise
There is none
So get your gun and a pair of dice
Have fun
Live a little, die a little
Got you feeling like Big Nietzsche
God’s dead
Dreams, abandoned mansions in your head
My words stick like daggers or boogers
Especially when I talk like this
Still I see no changes
Woke up and asked myself
Do we really want changes?
Anxious obnoxious watch as the clock just
Tic tock tic tock
Tic tock tic tock

These androids got me paranoid
These androids got me paranoid

See no evil, hear no evil, talking no bullshit
Party politics

Party Like it’s '85
Stank like the Calvin Kleins on McFly
Let’s take it back a year and rewind
Now I got Big Brother on the mind
Taking notes on the drinks you've imbibed
Taking notes on the drugs that you've tried
It's all on record, weird texts, the money in the dresser
Zippidee doo dah, zippidee doo dah
Pack each zip in the whip and get a move on
Mom can't give cash money like this
This is how we live 'cause money bags bitch
Packing on pounds 'cause dubs don't make you rich
Packing on pounds 'cause dubs don't make you rich

Party party party party rah yeah party party
One hop this time
Now break it down now yo