Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Floss
Performer
Max Rubel
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael McGaha
Songwriter
Mike Ewing
Songwriter
Max Rubel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Floss
Producer
Mike Ewing
Producer
Max Rubel
Mixing Engineer
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
Brennan Trey Larsen
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Left the party
We can't be here anymore
Afterparty
Will I see you in the mornin'?
(I know we just met, but, um)
You're my pinata, my pinata, candy drop
(You wanna go for a drive?)
Drive me wild, drive me wild now
And I'mma hit it hard until yo candy drop
Drive me wild, drive me wild, now
There they go, try to push us all away
I'm way too, way too black for Broadway
I'm from the 6, 1, 5, for da whip, one time
Shorty, sip, be my ride, we gon' swing, hey
Shorty swing my way
My daydream, it say
You was made for me
Might want me one day
But no, not today
Yeah, I play too much, uh
I ain’t use to dis
Usually don't say too much, way too much
Way too much of catchin' feelings now
Maybe all my karma came
Baby, I go kamikaze in a Maserati
Just to get your name, yeah-yeah
Catch a hit o' Novocaine
Then, I got it, I got it, I got it
Locked up, might have to just get you
Knocked up, call me Black China
No, no, no, don't you go
Take it slow, eyes closed, blind fold
Take da bat, make it crack, look at dat
All dat candy on the floor
Insecurity's a show
It's alright, come on tonight
Take my hand and it's a go
Left the party
We can't be here anymore
Afterparty
Will I see you in the mornin'?
You're my pinata, my pinata, candy, drop
Drive me wild, drive me wild now
I'mma hit it hard until yo candy drop
Drive me wild, drive me wild, now
I been aware of my place
Since that first bottle of ace
I fell in love wit da taste
I feel like no one is safe
They throwin' shade on my name
I can go lane after lane
Tie a do-rag on my brain
Yeah, I'm makin' wave after wave
Post up on Jefferson Street
They should paint murals of me
Pull up, you know I'mma feast
Reverend, you know I'mma preach
I whip da jeep like a coup, though
You should come roll wit da group, though
All of us here for a loop, though
Chain goin' alphabet soup bowl
Been makin' racket like Wilson
I might just make me a million
All in the net like a Williams
You can spread out all your feelings
All dat candy on the floor
Insecurity's a show
It's alright, come on tonight
Take my hand and it's a go
Left the party
We can't be here anymore
Afterparty
Will I see you in the mornin'?
You're my pinata, my pinata, candy drop
Drive me wild, drive me wild, now
And I'mma hit it hard until yo candy drop
Drive me wild, drive me wild now
Written by: Max Rubel, Michael McGaha, Mike Ewing
