Turn up your night I will find you Make them dance Just like you 'Cause you make me move Yeah you always make go I'll run away with your foot steps I'll build a city that dreams for two And if you lose yourself

And I, I, I I, I, I, I'll be living up, I'll be living up I, I, I, I'll be throwing it up, I'll be throwing it up I, I, I, I'll be playin it cool, What a girl's gonna do Living on the world turning

I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

For my battle symphony When they turn down the lights I hear my battle symphony All the world in front of me If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together Battle symphony Please just don't give up on me And my eyes are wide awake

One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

Let's go to bed early Turn out the lights It's only eight thirty But that's alright Know you ain't tired Neither am I And stay up all night There's a party going on tonight And we can go if you want to

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me

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