Like a slumber party Hanging from the ceiling low Put on our music that makes us go crazy crazy, go We use our bodies to make our own videos Go crazy, go We got them candles hanging No, n-no, no, you and I, I, I We ain't gonna sleep tonigh-igh-ight Oh

Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the

Sleepy time, and I lie With my love by my side And she's breathing low A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening a sound And the candle dies When night comes down You lock the door