I woke up this morning It might take a while Might as well smile With a smile on my face Laughing the blues Tells me I should be scared I threw out those stones That stood in my way And I put on a new pair

Turn it up (just dance with me) Turn up the music (just turn it up louder) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah) If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (turn up the

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, do I look all right? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

So put it up in, put it up in the air Put it up in, put it up in the air Let it burn, burn Fireflies tonight 'Cause love lights the sky Flies turn to flames When heart start to chase You'll fall if you run right into the smoke The lights start to deem

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

Giddy up, giddy up, pump it up girl Set it up, set it up I like how you do it Just put it in Reverse Cowgirl I like how you do it, do it, do it Just put your hands in the air Eh eh nah (Hey) Wave 'em around and go yee haw, yee haw

Everything but you 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but I love you I'm fucking miserable 'til you walk into the room, yeah I talk a lot of shit, but swear you'll get used to it So put your hands up in the air If you hate songs

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,