Don't stay for me But don't stay for me If you got to leave Do what you need Oh Oh woah, oh woah woah I know that there's times That you get so tired And you know I want you to stay Lately I've been thinking

Whoa-oh oh oh oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Till we see the sunlight TiK ToK, on the clock But the party don't stop no Tonight, Im'ma fight Yeah, you got me Woah-oh oh oh oh

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah Woah oh, woah woah oh, woah woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front

Oh-woah-woah, I, I can't wait to see you again The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh,

This is gonna be the best day of my life My li-i-i-i-i-ife Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I'm never gonna look back Woah, never gonna give it up I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds I stretched my hands out to the sky We

Up on the mountain I see down below Woah-oah-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oah-oh-oahh It's easy to lose yourself I know Can't hear what you're shouting, I'm deaf to your show It's easy to lose your self control Everybody gets high, everybody gets low Life can be

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)

I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately Follow my heart wherever it takes me Let it flow on by like a piece of driftwood A piece of driftwood Oh Oh baby, let me sing it for you, now woah, no Untie my noose Open up a bottle of Whatever you choose

Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh But we just keep holding on For the brighter days I can see the brighter days I can see the sun breaking through those clouds Heaven knows we're all afraid Tell me where I'm going wrong We don't have to be alone Woah-oh-oh-oh