After Party - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) Better watch out now, ’cause here it comes, The quiet after everybody had their fun. The speakers stopped, but the thoughts still run, Now the room feels heavy with the morning sun. Keep your fake smiles home, we don’t need no fronts, You were loud all night, now you don’t say much. Everybody acted real when the bass had punch, But the truth got sober when the night sobered up. Now I know it’s cold as fuck when the vibe goes still, When the cups sit empty and the air feels real. When the floor’s all sticky and the laughs don’t heal, And the same damn people disappear when shit spills. Fuck a party if it only feels good when it’s crowded, If the love gets quiet when the music ain’t shouting. If the same ones dancing start secretly doubting, Then the after party tells me who the fuck is about it. You might need sunglasses when the truth gets bright, ’Cause the morning shows what was hidden at night. All that smoke in the room couldn’t cover the lies, Now I see clear through every fake-ass vibe. I had the speaker up loud just to drown my brain, Had the whole room lit just to cover the pain. Had a drink in the hand, but a storm in the frame, JohnnieB still thinking while they played their game. Y’all can laugh at me like I’m too damn white, Too damn weird, too damn loud on the mic. But keep your cups tight when the truth takes flight, ’Cause when JohnnieB wakes up, he remembers the night. See, like a snack, I kept this one light, But the bite hits later when it sits just right. You came for the fun, but the meaning got sliced, Now here’s a cold truth, bitch, take that bite. Hook Looks like we’re at the after party, party, Don’t come fake now acting all hearty, hearty. ’Cause we don’t take kindly to nobody snobby, snobby, No, not at the after party, party. Looks like we’re at the after party, party, Lights went down and the truth got naughty, naughty. If you ain’t real, better leave that lobby, lobby, No, not at the after party, party. Verse 2 This track’s like confetti, looks fun till you’re sweeping, Everybody claps, then leaves you with the cleaning. I was soft on the entrance, then deep in the meaning, Smiled through the night while my old wounds were bleeding. Like a chair, I was supportive till the weight got stupid, Like a table, I held shit down while y’all abused it. Like a clock on the wall, I watched time prove it, Fake friends move funny when the mood gets muted. Now get your umbrellas, ’cause the calm got darker, After all that sunshine comes the real starter. The party was loud, but the silence hits harder, And the fake ones sink when the truth gets deeper water. Call me the floor ’cause everybody stood on me, Till I cracked under pressure and they acted lonely. Call me the door ’cause I let them all know me, Then locked that bitch when they tried to control me. See, I’ll change the room just to expose what’s fake, Smile in your face while I study the shake. If you’re a fake friend, I’ll let you eat cake, Then watch you choke when the real ones wake. Call me the host, but I’m not here to please, I’m not pouring my soul for a room full of thieves. I got Big John telling me, “Protect your peace,” Little Johnnie saying, “Burn every bridge you see.” JohnnieB in the middle like, “Let that shit breathe,” Let the night reveal who was real to me. Let the after party show who leaves, And who stays when the glitter falls off the scene. Like a game everybody plays till the rules get bent, Like a bill nobody wants when the good time’s spent. Like a joke that turns real when the laughter gets thin, The after party shows where the loyalty went. So I bounce like a beat through an empty room, Let the bassline talk to the old-ass wounds. Everybody went home, but I’m still in tune, Making truth from the mess under a half-lit moon. Hook Looks like we’re at the after party, party, Don’t come fake now acting all hearty, hearty. ’Cause we don’t take kindly to nobody snobby, snobby, No, not at the after party, party. Looks like we’re at the after party, party, Lights went down and the truth got naughty, naughty. If you ain’t real, better leave that lobby, lobby, No, not at the after party, party. Verse 3 After party, that’s where the masks fall off, Where the loud ones quiet and the real ones talk. Where the fake smiles fade when the lights turn soft, And the night leaves prints on the path you walked. I don’t need a mansion, don’t need velvet ropes, Don’t need fake friends blowing up my phone. I need real ones sitting when the room gets low, Talking real shit while the cold wind blows. This ain’t about drinks, this is aftermath living, This is finding out who was fake from the beginning. This is JohnnieB learning from every decision, Turning one wild night into grown-man vision. I got stains on the floor and scars on my name, Got memories laughing from a picture frame. Got a headache from life, not just champagne, Got a heart that still beats through the leftover pain. The party is