Velvet Rope Sermon

[Verse 1]
The gold foil on this Moët tears under my thumb.
Another big man's son with a foundation of rum.
He draws a line on the speaker with his new gold card,
Says the future's a blueprint he ain't drawn too hard.
He promises a Lagos she has never seen,
From the back of a car with the windows tinted green.

[Chorus]
O, night, you see this load we bear?
This cracked concrete dance floor prayer.
O, night, you count the cost, you hear?
This cracked concrete dance floor prayer.

[Verse 2]
"You know who my father is?" he shouts into the smoke.
It's three-fifteen A.M., the old generator just choked.
The air is thick with promise, smells like her cheap perfume;
He's demolishing her weekend in this air-conditioned tomb.

[Chorus]
O, night, you see this load we bear?
This cracked concrete dance floor prayer.
O, night, you count the cost, you hear?
This cracked concrete dance floor prayer.

[Bridge]
I count the empty bottles, one for each of my brothers.
I count the new lies that sound just like all the others.
This whole city is a building held up by belief,
And a weary kind of laughter that tastes of relief.

[Outro]
The exit light just paints the broken glass.
Sweep it up. Let the silence pass.