The After Party Songtext

You born bad, I am the after party
Skeptic threat, you moved to San Francisco
Now, I want it all. You wanted extra money,
I lost it all. I lost it all.
Now I know, it's good to be alone.
It's good to be alone
It's so good to be alone.
My surprise, who thought you had my baseball
I lost sight, and my God came and fixed me,
You know, I had it all, it didn't suit me