Daylight come and we don't wanna go home Dayo, me say dayo Yeah so, we losin' control Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown Let the club shut down (We won't go, oh, oh, oh) From the window (from the window) To the wall (to the wall) This club

Stand up on your seat with your dirty feet Fan the flames of love A classy action suit to dance in Break a window and let the sun in Break the silence, it's not a sin Tear down the walls of hate Fill up the empty bowls of the hungry Break the sacs and

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

I wanna put you in my car and drive And turn you up loud, roll down all the windows and shout it out If I could press play, repeat, how happy I'd be Wherever I'd go I'd have you there with me You'd be right where you belong Let me put you in a song Well

Daylight come and we don't wanna go home Dayo, me say dayo Yeah so, we losin' control Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown Let the club shut down (We won't go, oh, oh, oh) From the window (from the window) To the wall (to the wall) This club

Into our life again Turn your lights down low And I want you to know right now And pull your window curtains Oh, let Jah moon come shining in Sayin' ooh, it's been a long, long (long, long, long, long) time I kept this message for you, girl But it seems

Turn the key, turn the volume up to loud Roll right, roll every window down Let the whole block know what this is about That beat is hot This is how it goes Welcome one and all to the show

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

Turn up the music loud Take the T top down And let the chrome shine Cruise along the river side Feel the wind blow Through your hair through your toes Got your bare feet hanging out the window Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh I saw a red Camaro today