Everybody two-step in the motherfucker, what? Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Two-step in the motherfucker, yeah

Everybody's in the place, let's go Everybody's in the place Everybody's in the place, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's get it Everybody's in the place Everybody's in the place, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's spin Everybody is in the place

Drowning in soudwave, no slowing down, sing go, go Let's just keep going on Let's just keep going Oh, hold on tight this only gets better Oh, only you and I know how were gonna get there Into the sunrays, no cooling down, sing no Come around, come around

Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Let's be alone together But do you got room for one more troubled soul And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end We could stay young forever Scream it from the top

And on on, and on, and on we go You are the love of my life We love who we are but now it's gone Let's leave before we eat each other alive This time we know we know Can't get her out of my head This place is a mess Holding onto cobwebs

Oh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Only if you ready Tell them valet niggas go and get it Baby you got everything that a nigga want I just wanna put you on And I just wanna see you with them Vicky's on Better yet, with them off (Go

Hey ya, I wanna go out Out of my mind Hey ya, I wanna check out Step off of my cloud I'm going out, I, I, love it, love it I wanna go out, I wanna-na Let's get wild and make a memory Out of my mind, out of my mind No I can't take it anymore

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

High of something, high of something If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So let's get high off something 'til your mothafucking brain don't function I'm in this mothafucker

Strike up the band Don't you move Oh, the conductor is beckoning Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it No, don't you get it, don't you get it now Douse the lights Just stay where I can see you We sure are in for a show tonight Give us