Текст песни
Walkin' past the billboards, same old noise,
Street preachers screaming like it's their choice.
Said they'd float up at midnight, halos on,
But the only thing rising is the Uber surge gone wrong.
Where's the trumpet? Where's the fire?
Guess your God forgot to hit "Send to Entire."
Supposed to vanish, leave me in peace,
But you're clogging the sidewalk, yelling "repent, please!"
Still here, still here, why are you still here?
Still here, still here, thought you'd disappear-
Still here, still here, your rapture's late-
Still here, still here, stuck with your hate.
Hands up high, DJ divine,
Glowsticks shining every time.
If heaven won't take you tonight,
We'll rave 'til morning light.
Thought the streets would clear, thought hate would fade,
But you're still blocking traffic with your homemade crusade.
Waving signs like heaven's stage crew,
Sorry babe, God swiped left on you.
No horsemen, no plagues, just vape shop air,
The rapture's stuck in celestial repair.
Said you'd be gone, but here's the twist:
Turns out heaven's guest list doesn't exist.
Still here, still here, why are you still here?
Still here, still here, thought you'd disappear-
Still here, still here, your rapture's late-
Still here, still here, stuck with your hate.
Hands up high, DJ divine,
Glowsticks shining every time.
If heaven won't take you tonight,
We'll rave 'til morning light.
Maybe angels lost the Wi-Fi code,
Maybe they just hate your smug zip code.
While you're waiting for a stairway ride,
I'm busy letting this bass baptize.
Still here, still here, guess heaven ghosted you,
Still here, still here, no rapture came through.
Still here, still here, I'll dance instead,
Still here, still here, drop the beat 'til you're dead (dead, dead, dead).