Shake that shit Drop it down on it Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks

I would always open up the door Always looking up at higher floors Want to see it all give me more (rise, rise up) I was always up for the making changes Walking down the street and meeting strangers Flipping through my life turning pages (rise, rise up)

Hello, hello (hola) All of this, all of this can be yours I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿dónde está?) It's everything I wish I didn't know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Unos, dos, tres, catorce Turn it up loud, captain Lights go down,

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go Everybody knows, we got the party with us Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights And the moon is so bright from above Skateboard here's all right So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us We got the party with us

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

To be incomplete The world will turn and we'll both will learn how to be This here now, it's where we touch down I don't wanna look down I don't want us to break up in the cloud I breathe in slow to compose myself But the bleeding heart I left on the

When it came to love I thought we had enough Then again, what do I know? I'm just another boy in another band You're just another girl I put in a song I watched her pack up her mink coat, pink stilettos, rosary She turned and said she was going, chasing

Kick the dust up We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back-road song Park it and we pile out

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down