Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up, Slowing down and cars that go real fast, We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing, And thinking as that checkered flag was waving, Sure would like to stay in Talladega (Talladega) It was the summer

This is how we roll We stay in the street And get it all wee 'cause We gotta get out The party don't end Every weekend Turn up, baby, burn up Again and again We rollin', we rollin', we rollin'

Hold onto each other You're so high, you're so high I'm so high, I'm so high The show was ending and I had started to crack Woke up in Chicago and the sky turned black And you're so high, you're so high, you had to be an angel And I'm so high, I'm so

Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my shack Goring my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash! I got my diddly spayed She laughs about it. Shrinking inflections if the wind blows

And start again I just wanna roll my sleeves up Can’t I just turn back the clock? Forgive my sins? I know that I messed it up Time and time again And yes I know it’s hard to take it backwards from my mind I need to get it right, need to see some light

The forecast calls for pain Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up the sky My baby's turning cold And the forecast calls for pain

Open your heart to me, baby I hold the lock and you hold the key Open your heart to me, darlin' I'll give you love if you, you turn the key Don't try to run I can keep up with you Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to Open your heart with the

Mash up, mash up, mash up the place! Turn it up loud to the top non-stop Place ah mash up when mi tune dem drop Mi seh jump up! Just jump up! Whole place pack from the front to the back (Major Lazer) Mash up, mash up, mash up the place

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

Oh my God, oh my God Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh? ‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got City just turned into the oh I ride Pretty