Yeah, one of those nights At the memories, this is gonna be one of those nights One of those nights She's getting dressed up, putting on that lipstick Shimmy shaking, right into them cut-offs baby, oh yeah You're getting off work, cashing out that

Save yourself, save yourself I like to stick to walls Deserving conversations and lifting them when they fall I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron My heart pumps that old red paint Save yourself, save yourself, yourself I see the seasons change

But they don't know what is what Swish, swish, bish They know what is what Another one in the basket (basket, woah, basket, woah) Can't touch this They just know what is what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute,

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna

Take yourself a friend Keep 'em till the end Whether woman or man It makes you feel so good Well, I'm looking at you And I'm wondering what you're gonna do Looks like you got no friends No one to stick with you till the end

Hush now, don't explain Don't explain Just say you'll remain Unless you're mad, don't explain My love, don't explain What is there to gain? Skip that lipstick You know that I love you And what loving does

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

I'm-a, I'm-a a diva I'm-a, I'm-a a diva (hey) Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler Of a hustler Of a, of a hustler I'm-a, I'm-a This is a stick up, stick up I need them bags of that money I'm-a a diva (hey)