We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They want my tail and my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that Somebody gon' end up hurt I

Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuck you up Can't find a way To get across the hate When I see you I feel it scratch inside I want to slash and beat you I rip apart the things inside I can't control myself

Shut up n dance Are you in or not Well shut up n dance If your into me Shut up n dance dance dance dance Its nine on the dot And were just talking we talk And I just wanted to stop 'Cause aren't we here for the music

I guess I took a good selfie But first, shut the fuck up Let me take another fuck now

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

I don't need your love Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by