You got to dance with the one that brought you Stay with the one that want's you The one who's gonna love you when all of the others go home Don't let the green grass fool you Don't let the moon get to you Dance with the one that brought you and you

Everybody swaying Ridin' that wave We raised them high And burned the night

If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong Friday night You picked the wrong place You'll be missin' out on the Best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well go on

It’s too late in the day Too late in the day To take you on All the rides Call me out Only makes me Stronger yet To turn it around

9-1, j'étais sous le porche J'suis dans la surface comme Filippo Dans toutes les bouches comme les Philip Mo' Y'a 9-1-1 GT sous l'Porsche Fais-nous la bouche, on te fait la peau Je fais le plein en Philippe Plein Aaah, Skippa da Flippa Aaah aaah, ne fuis

And I don't care it's obvious I just can't get enough of you The pedal's down, my eyes are closed Beside you I’m my loaded gun I can't contain this anymore I'm all yours I've got no control

Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Not a fighter, a lover I just want you, my darling (Purps On The Beat) Breakaway, and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a

Through my rise and fall You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again Mirror on the wall, here we are again You've been my only friend With everything happening today You don't know whether you're

This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks Welcome to the club Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb Every weekend with your friends Every weekday when it ends Damn it's all good, I guess Round and round and

Everything's corrupt Everything's fucked up Everything's bout a buck, we shit outta luck Blood used to be thicker than water Now it depends on what kinda water you talkin' about Niggas'll kill they momma over that almighty dollar Yeah, you know me, Super