We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

This kid's not alright You can follow them to hell This kid's not alright (you can follow them to hell) But this kid's not alright (I still don't know what I'm doing) Troubles coming for the freeman We shake them shaken with the free hand So stand tall,

Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that) Shake that, ayy Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me Bounce that Bounce that, ayy Good job

Stupid love is stupid Don't know why we always do it Finally found it just to lose it Always wind up looking stupid Plays you like a fiddle Shakes you like a rattle Takes away your gun

My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

I need a tall glass of something nice and strong A little liquor and a loving to do all night long I need a kick in the chest, a shot to the lips A little hot, make this martini shake your hips I said tequila, margarita, senorita please Chase it down

Uh-uh (whoa) Uh-uh (yeah) In my feelings (Why do I feel this way?) (No!) Uh-uh (whoa) And I don't know why I'm even still here Can't shake it off, I've been here for years on top of years And I, I'm ready to, I'm ready to, be off of you 'Cause I admit,

Now you're messin' with a a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Time's come to pay your dues Heartbreaker, soul-shaker I've been told about you Steam-roller, the midnight shoulder What they been sayin' must be true Red hot mama, oh

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself