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letra de when the party's over - jack rootes

[verse 1]

spent some time on my own again, thoughts in my head as i grip the pen
groups around and they praise my works. oh wait, they just dipped again
guess they only want benefits, not my works or benevolence
they don’t want me to succeed, and all their words are my evidence
probably come ’round with jealousy, but don’t wanna be my enemy
so they arrive with praise and such, but deep down, they don’t give a f-ck
their actions got me wondering, their words got me pondering
if they’rе just hiding their truth or if there’s rеal honour in-

all their words that they all speak, even if my mood is weak
will they have the same old praise, even when my future’s bleak?
do they want me to go slow, ’cause they want me to grow?
or do they just say those things, so their envy doesn’t show?
maybe they’re just really jealous, maybe it’s just human nature
maybe they just wanna see me fall and become a failure
it’s a big world with much pain, so i work hard with such gains
when i’m on top and feel great, they come ’round with such praise

[hook 1]

then before you know it, when the party’s over
they all disappear and they don’t wanna know ya
only comin’ ’round when they need a favour
but never when you need yourself a saviour
it’s a fact of life that they never tell you
they don’t care about you ‘less there’s somethin’ they can use
who knows how long it’ll be ’till they see
that the easy life is never really free

[verse 2]

what about if you make it? work hard, don’t fake it
they’d want to come ’round, their missions so basic:
act like they are fans, sayin’ that you’re the man
so they can reap the benefits, as much as they can
d-mn, it’s selfish, to go ahead and relish
in all the glory, with fake praise you’ve embellished
no effort, just piggybackin’, back turned, they get to ransackin’
all of your achievements, to make up for times lackin’

believing it’s so major, guess it’s human nature
that they’d wanna fake love, when they realise they’ve become a failure
so clouded by dark visions, feelin’ bitter, their hearts missing
the same lips that talk sh-t are the same lips that are ass-kissing!
don’t want no d-mn lames, that suck up with no shame
hoping that deep down, they’re next to blow like propaine
that’s why i keep my friends close, away from folks that spend most
of their time with envy hidden, honestly it’s not a great show

[hook 2]
’cause before you know it, when the party’s over
they all disappear and they don’t wanna know ya
only comin’ ’round when they need a favour
but never when you need yourself a saviour

it’s a fact of life that they never tell you
they don’t care about you ‘less there’s somethin’ they can use
who knows how long it’ll be ’till they see
that the easy life is never really free
(x2)

- jack rootes

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