100 lyrics for "Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up,"
Can't get you out of my head Out of, out of my head Out of my headphones It's like the record stopped spinning And you're gone again and I'm stuck here alone I turn it up, you turn me on It takes me back It takes all night long
PlayNever been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you
PlayI can't fake the daytime Found an entrance to escape into the dark Got false lights for the sun It's an artificial nocturne All that I believe I'm as fucked up as they say An outsider's escape for a broken heart I'm just as fucked up as they say
PlayPull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom
PlayI'd pick you up and carry you 'cross every stream I see And I'd bundle you in kindness Until you cling to me We'd sit beneath strong branches My arms would twine around I'd turn your green to emerald And give you gold all over the ground If I had you at
PlayAnymore when a restless feelin' keeps me up at night Fallin' on my knees is my new turnin' on the light I keep my faith intact, make sure my prayers are said 'Cause I've learned that the monsters ain't the ones beneath the bed I've learned that the
PlayI'll do the Chicago promenade My door is locked, my debts are paid My back was turned I did not see That shadow climbing up on me I took my turn at fixing hearts But that goes bad before it starts I'm desperate now, I must say If I die now before I'm old
PlayWanna keep you turned up, baby, keep you turned on 'Cause you're my party song I wanna keep you turned up, baby, keep you turned on You're my party song Knocking me down with that little beat you're thumpin' Keeping that king cab thumping And, girl, I
PlayI got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the
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