Background Vocals by James Tillman
Electric Guitar by Tate Young
"Fill it up please sir", that's what they say to the bartender.
He responds in kind and kindly points them toward the tip cup,
Right beside him, at the makeshift bar.
Says, "Boy watch me close, looks like we've got some big spenders...
Heavy drinkers...but this here, no this here
Ain't no normal Long Island Iced Tea,
No this is homemade.
Sure to knock you on your keister.
They say they can't taste the liquor
Watch them turn into believers."
I say, "Good luck,"
Right before I duck
Back in the Front room
The DJ plays the rap tunes
The night's heating up
I'm posted in the cut
This private party isn't for me truly
A young lady runs into me
As she stumbles out the bathroom
In a two-piece bathing suit
"..There's no swimming pool?"
I step back to get a better view
She says,"Excuse me baby, now just
Who are you?"
Posted in a corner
Streetwalker, Sweet talker
"Oh, I'm supposed to count your dollars
And watch this door. If you need me
At her other job, it's all about the grind
Even off the clock, has the money on her mind
She's not underpaid, still puts in overtime
"Oh that's why she was running late?"
Walked in with a friend...Like A Pimp
David Banner, Lil Flip
How ironic then, that this record spins
All the men, been there since 10
They're three sheets to the wind
When the show begins
He wore construction workers' Tims
And a wave cap, pulled back
His hair was gray, the skully was black
Head leaning, thought he took a nap
She gets closer, and he throws a stack
She throws it back
Now he'd like to get more intimate
She acts cool, but she's still about her business
They walk past, he looks at me suspiciously...
Like, "Who are you?"
..I just wanted to ask the same
She says, "Thank you darling"
And I'm like, "Sure, problem
But wait, pardon babe
You never told me, who are you?
She say, "They call me the party starter!"
Say she the reason why they popping bottles. (Oh I know)
I'm like, "But really, who are you?"
I say, "But really, who are you?!"
Who are you?