Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Your love to me, yeah Boy what will it be You've got to Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

We're all drinking again We'll be laughing and lovin', high fivin' and huggin' Pop top and long neck and honky tonk friends It's five o'clock, so we're drinking again Wearing flip flops, so we're drinking again There's a jukebox, so we're drinking again

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab

Black tears, rolling down, From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town, She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose, She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right, Makes her

And there's an old man sitting on the throne I'm headed straight for the castle They wanna make me their queen That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean They’ve got the kingdom locked up That's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut

And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's I'm headed straight for the castle They wanna make me their queen Saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean They’ve got the kingdom locked up Saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut

I'mma say today's my day Today's the day I've been waiting for Tomorrow won't come after all Yesterday is so far away And today is the only day Somebody please stop the clock Don't ever let this day stop I never wanna go home

Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down Bitch I be covered in Bape Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down Got my own money, pussy nigga I did

What goes around, comes around What goes up, must come down Don't play with me, don't play with me, 'cause Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me I remember when I was sittin' home alone Waiting for you 'til three o'clock in the morn Weren't you