You changed the game I like your thug style Hey you it's me turn the music down So you can hear my invitation Now what I want you to do is come through To the crib right now without hesitation So don't ask me what I want Cause I want you to hurry up and

You set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes

It's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven (It's like you took me to heaven girl) Cause when I stare in your eyes It couldn't be better That I'll never let you go Ooh no, ooh no, ooh Let the music blast We gon' do our dance Bring the doubters on

It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music So say your

Hallelujah, Hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Well, I heard there was a secret chord That David played to please the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well, it goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the

Turn the music up You must be out your mind What are you out your mind? Turn the music Red Bull in my hands, feels like I got wings Lotta people in my face, but I can't hear a thing It's like my heads up in the clouds, heads up in the clouds And I ain't

For the first time, for the first time It's like I can feel, it's like I can breathe It's like I can live, it's like I can love Is that music in my ear It's like I heard nothing for a thousand years My eyes were closed, locking in my tears I was so

When music's around, stay warm Looking like soldiers waiting to drown And I'm not around no more We've got the time of our lives now And we've got no rhyme and no reason now Pictures of people that don't make a sound It's beautiful, and even though I

It's almost like praying (Puerto Rico) It's almost like praying Say it soft and it's almost like praying It's almost like Say it loud and there's music playing Cabo Rojo, Corozal Naguabo, Guaynabo San Lorenzo y San Germán San Sebastián, mi viejo San Juan

And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane I like pleasure spiked with pain Songbird sweet and sour Jane Pleasure spiked with pain Just one note That mother fucker always spiked with pain I'm overcoming gravity Looking in my own eyes "hello"