Freak in you Room full of women and they notice me Now all they wanna listen to is Jodeci Is there a freak in you? Diamonds on my chest like a bishop And these lines right here ain't no kicker These lines right here gon' really really make you fuck These

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

I'm getting drunk on a plane Buyin' drinks for everybody But the pilot, it's a party Got this 737 rocking like a G6 Stewardess is somethin' sexy Leanin' pourin' Coke and whiskey Told her about my condition Got a little mile-high flight attention It's

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy! I can't help it I like to party, it's genetic! It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go Where she stops, nobody knows A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you You, you, you, you Alright sir Sure I'll have another one

Tell 'em that is my birthday When I party like that Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me Every night's my birthday They don't know, so it's okay Jazz it up, jazz it up Happy as can be, falling into you, falling into me How do

So soak it all up, let it sink in Crank it up loud, all the way to ten Raise your cup to the sky Tip 'em back to friends and let your party lights shine On top of the world in the back of a truck Livin' like the sun ain't comin' back up Need a buddy

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,

Probably make a mil with her Faded, swear to God I'm faded My bitch educated, had her clients pay the payment She don't need a damn thing, my bitch look like Tammy Toe Hit the strip like every week plus we burn up half an O It's that life that got no

I do it solo T-t-touch but I got nobody I wanna f-woop, woop woop, but I'm broken hearted Cr-cr-cry but I like to party Here on my own Cr-cr-cry since the day we parted So I do it solo Since you been gone I've been dancing on my own