So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Let's get these teen hearts beating Will you dance to this beat And hold a lover close? Faster, faster Dance to this beat I've got more wit A better kiss A hotter touch a better fuck

Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Woah now, retaliation People fi get up and pump them fist when sleepy talk Hear mi transmission

The pain we love is taking shape A burning lust to touch the flame Against the wall, we fall from grace Over and over again The same old script, just different lies You disappear without a trace Concealing the crimes on your face In darkness, you're all

The type of shit that make you wanna let go The type of shit that make you wanna Change is slow, always has been, always will be What good is taking over, when we know what you gon' do This is called being high as shit That's the name of this song nigga,

I was living for a dream, Loving for a moment Taking on the world, That was just my style Now I look into your eyes I can see forever, The search is over You were with me all the while How can I convince you what you see is real

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while

Over my dead body I'm gonna go to sleep Something for the rag and bone man Something big is gonna happen Someone's son or someone's daughter This is how I end up sucked in Let this wash all over me We don't really want a monster taking over Tiptoe

Under attack, I'm being taken About to crack, defenses breaking Won't somebody see and save a heart? Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart Under attack, I'm taking cover He saw my track, my chasing lover Thinking nothing's gonna stop him now

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while

Told y'all it was my year Good drank, big knots Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!) Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops Whips out, Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Taking babies, no Harambe Play with keys