Empty Guest List, Full Ego

[Verse 1]
Got my name on the flyer
Whole face on the screen
Practiced my host voice
Picked out the jeans
Checked the door
Said “we good?”
Asked
“how the numbers look?”
They pulled up the tablet
And hit me with that hook
[Pre-Chorus]
Producer gave that smile
The kind that kinda hurts
“Love the energy
My guy
But let me say these words…” (uh oh)
[Chorus]
“You don’t have enough people
Guess you can go out”
I’m the host of the party
At the world’s quietest crowd
Thought the room would be packed
Thought they’d scream and shout
But it’s just me and the DJ
And a whole lotta empty clout
[Verse 2]
Texted all my “day ones”
Green bubbles
Gray ticks
“Bro I’m almost there”
Yeah
Traffic must be thick
Bartender wiping glasses
Like this is closing time
And I’m hyping up nobody
In a single-file line (hey!)
[Pre-Chorus]
I said
“They running late
You know my people slide”
He just tapped the guest list
It was me and… my pride
[Chorus]
“You don’t have enough people
Guess you can go out”
I’m the host of the party
At the world’s quietest crowd
Thought the room would be packed
Thought they’d scream and shout
But it’s just me and the DJ
And a whole lotta empty clout
[Bridge]
So I walked in like it’s sold out
Give a toast to the phantom fans
Take a selfie with the barstools (cheese)
Like this was all part of the plan
If a party never started
Can it really flop?
I might bomb on attendance
But my confidence? Top
[Chorus]
“You don’t have enough people
Guess you can go out”
I’m the star of a sitcom
With the laugh track cut out
Thought the room would be packed
Guess I’ll dance it off now
Just me
My ego and
A whole lotta empty clout

dance, Playful club-rap groove with bouncy drums and rubbery bass. Male vocals, half-spoken swagger, half-melodic hooks. Tight verses over sparse keys; chorus widens with stacked gang shouts and quick cuts. Snare drops out for punchline moments, then slams back for each hook repeat.