Tonight I wanna dance Tonight I wanna groove I love it we're slow dancin' together Can we wait just a minute Can you do that with you man yea Move yea yea Yea, sing it with me y'all, oh yea yea Slow it down for a minute now baby

She got the best of me She broke my heart Now all that's left of me Is beating in this guitar Every night, a different town She follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause she got the best of me

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'

Universally speaking Silveretta the jets of a lifetime Go and get her I've got her on my mind Simply put I saw love stream flow Come on baby 'cause, there's no name for Give it up and I got what I came for I take it back and you make me nervous Nothing

Get low, get get get low Low, low, low, low, low Get, get, get low when the whistle blow Low, low, low Get, get, get, get low when the whistle blow Get, get, get Get low, low, low, low Low, low, low, low Get, get, get. Get low

Say you're gonna spend it, say you're gonna spend it Say you're gonna spend it with me Tell me if you know the feeling You can't get no release All that love you were ready to blow On something you've never seen Tell me if you feel the pain Tell me if

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

I get lifted, I get lifted King of the clouds, of the clouds This whole world, this whole world I don't trust anything Or anyone, below the sun I don't feel anything I'm king of the clouds, of the clouds I keep searching

With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star (like a porn star) We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch) Fast whips

Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist London half-life Middle-aged, you're the low riser Getting over myself today And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain Until you wash