We've been out forty days straight Party every night of the week Same old thing, death it brings, yeah I don't know I don’t know why Only brings pain in my life Same old thing, death it brings You hear 'em saying, "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home? It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home Yeah Go and get it, sky high Strange clouds all around, sky miles Frequent flyer, with no rewards Always drifting off course like a divorce Chasing after every shadow Empty promise everywhere we go Oh Lord, where did I go wrong? Hear my cry, Lord hear my psalm I'm broken, my sin is before me, ever before me Restoring all my broken pieces, Lord please redeem us We've been out forty days straight Party every night of the week Same old thing, death it brings, yeah I don't know I don’t know why Only brings pain in my life Same old thing, death it brings You hear 'em saying, "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home? It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home Last call, you love the Cris Your favorite rapper's the person you always want to be They laughing to the bank, it's cracked up to be The kind of life that you covet, with all the luxuries Smoke is in the air, it's all smoke and mirrors They claim they on the throne, its just a folding chair You focused on appearance, they spend their whole careers Trying to prove that the grass is much greener over there So how they keep it selling? I guess it's cheap to buy it The consequence is expensive but its a sleeping giant Life, Jesus teaching us how to redefine it The finest moments approaching hold up the beat is silent We've been out forty days straight Party every night of the week Same old thing, death it brings, yeah I don't know I don’t know why Only brings pain in my life Same old thing, death it brings You hear 'em sayin', "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home? It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home This is just a cycle of a psycho and his idols Trying to earn a name but in the end it's just a title Brother you need revival, brother you need the Bible That fast lane is real, that speeding will get you killed That highway to heaven ain't getting any closer Plus your swag expired- homie, pull over You're going ninety in a forty, drive slower You got the right to remain silent until sober It sounds silly but we gon it again next week Cousin, this type of partying could possibly make your neck weak But I ain't here to judge, I just say consider I don't blame the drugs, I don't blame the liquor I'm just saying that real life is inescapable And we are all incapable of drowning these woes So when the bubbly's lifted, every things done up in it's season But the difference between me and them is we party for good reasons I'm broken Restoring