[Intro]
What'll you do when the people go home
What'll you do when the show is all done
[Deacon]
I can't
I won't
I, no
[Verse 1: Deacon]
I'm 25 now, year I told my pops I'd toss the towel in
Making music no longer easily makes my smile bend
Though, 'wow's'from the crowd's ain't end yet
Them smiles and back pats still ain't helpin the rent checks
Ain't far from crack packs if I hursh these verses
Flippin words shit for an empty purse feels worthless
Listen, word of mouth done been a blessing and a curse
We reach heads, but the only bread we see's off shirt sales
Tours and shows spread all over the earth, well
Recoup gas and hotels, back to this dirt, Hell's
Far away though, believe I ain't complaining
Rather explaining, that unless this southern rain end
We'll show proof we's as real as you
Needing a roof, some shoes, dollar bills and food
Two from The Dirty met with mismatched skin
Acknowledge first that one day this track may end
When there's no more steam in that engine
Yet hopefully clean streams be an astringent
But needs outweight cheese tryna stay in contention
"For the love" is a hard reason to keep my life in suspension
"For the love" is a hard reason to keep my life in suspension
Kno
"For the love" is a hard reason to keep our lives in suspension, yeah
[Hook]
What'll you do when the people go home
What'll you do when the show is all done
I know what I'll do in the alone of my time
But what'll I do with the leftover wine
What'll you do, lay it down
What'll you do, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down again
