Get up, break out, don't be the odd one out You gotta run, run riot You know the time has come (run, run riot) Come on, it's alright, we're hot tonight You better run, run riot Living by the law is a bloody necessary bore Everybody, are you gettin' what

We gon' love who we wanna love Oh, yo', oh, yo', oh Time won't let you stay young So, we don't care what they say We don't care what they say You don't gotta tell me 'bout your body count I don't gotta know your ex's name

Don't know what it is that I gotta do But something that do I'd get another drink if I wanted to I would get another girl But I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I get bored, I get drunk I get drunk, I get

We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

You've been down too long in the midnight sea Ride the tiger You can see his stripes but you know he's clean Oh don't you see what I mean Gotta get away Oh what's becoming of me Holy Diver, yeah

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

Every time you scream at me I wanna kiss you I wanna touch you When we get to arguing Just gotta kiss you Baby, I don't know why it's like that But you're just so damn sexy Could it be the little wrinkle over your nose When you make your angry face

I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you

You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up for after dark In a whip so low, no one's gotta know No one's gotta know (after dark) Knocking at your door, I don't gotta work anymore I don't gotta work no more (after dark) You can put your phone down

I'm with Sack and Juvie So you gotta bring about three friends Don't flex, don't pretend White coupe, butter pecan Thick bitch, Puerto Rican You know we spin a bin Take you out to Paraguay Or California for the weekend Wash away all of the pain