Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm for you, baby I'm holding on you, lady Told you I'm different Don't you act distant Forever I'm ready, yeah That body language, no discussion The way she move like she fucking Backwoods full of musty Deep pockets, you can't touch

One time if you a bad bitch (one time) Two times just for the savage (two time) All you wanna do is just slay, yeah All you wanna do is just slay, just slay All you wanna do is just slay (ooh) All you wanna do is just slay (woo), just slay You killin'

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Trainwrecks, sidewalks Playtex, icebox

I love the way you sex me up and grind so impressed Don't need no bed Give me more time Don't play me though Don't need no drinks I'd love some, gwaan some I wanna make you say Oh yeah, though

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Yeah, that pretty face Love you, leave you, play you like a heartbreak bandit She's an outlaw, a quick draw She'll take it all, so don't you fall For that renegade Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway Renegade runaway She's a sure shot, love the ash off a

Wouldn't be me without you Walk in the buildin', everybody stare Never made it to the room, I fucked her on the steps You either got balls or you shoot like Steph Yeah, yeah, yeah So damn real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki, woozy gang I

Walk it, like I talk it Walk it, like I talk it (walk it) Walk it, like I talk it (yeah!) Walk it, walk it like I talk it (walk it) Walk it, like I talk it (woo!) Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it) Walk it, like I talk it (let's go) Walk it, like

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,

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You