Now it's just me on you We in the zone now, don't don't stop You can keep your hands on me, touch me right there, rock my body I can't keep my hands off you, your body is my party I'm doing this little dance for you You got me so excited Your body's my party,

No one ever dares to speak It's nothing else but fantasy Don't Don't stop it now It's make believe Make believe But one day it all will come to life Stop be quite now And I'll teach you how to fly Then away we'll go

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

Streetlights, people Don't Don't stop believin' It goes on and on, and on, and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Hold on to the feelin'

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

A machine heart (a machine heart) I let you do it too I pushed and pulled it I don't don't have a machine heart Can't tell it to stop, no burden to push the sky You'll see it break, you'll see it fall apart But it ain't calculated It ain't by the rules And you

You don't don't ever let me down You got those cigarettes and cush No more cush I'm sorry that I'm late And I missed your call But you know night turn into day I didn't stop to pause I know I never see your face But I'ma fix all my mistakes

Ay can’t stop getting paper Ay can’t stop rollin' papers Ay LSD and coca Ay live la vida loca Aye she gon' feed me grapes Ay we don’t go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the

Call me on my phone, I don't don't pick it up I don't don't even know if I give a fuck about anything Fuck me when the beat drop Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop Bleeding out my laptop Blood leaking out my laptop I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up I don't don't give a