Dancing, dancing, dancing in the headlights They're going out of control, (whoa) You know you got the perfect night When you got the girls We got the bass down low (whoa) Girls got there shaker shaking, a buzz in the making They're getting with it

And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've

I just want to touch and kiss And I wish that I could be with you tonight You give me butterflies inside, inside and I All you gotta do is walk away and pass me by Don't acknowledge my smile when I try to say hello to you, yeah And all you gotta do is

What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard It's sad, so sad What have I got to do What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care And I wake to find that you're not there What do I do to make

We said, we are gonna get out of here Oh, I'd rather be We are gonna get out of here Run from all the fears Follow what we once held dear When will we get out of here? By your side I cannot leave you behind I am in love and I am lost

No matter how much I get Craving you You're like that cigarette That shot of 100 proof I'm always craving That feeling when we kiss The way your body moves Every time we have to say goodbye I'm counting down until we say hello

Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside I hear you won't even say my name I know things could never be the same But whenever I call your number You're not at home, don't hear the phone Whenever I start to wonder Are you alone, are

How to party, yeah, we know how to party Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party When I'm with my clique, we know how to party I got a few girls on the way,

Drop it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot When the pimp's in the crib ma When the pigs try to get at you And if a nigga get a attitude I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going

Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss Give it a rest ‘cause it is what it is You never know What’s waiting just up the road Sooner or later that sun’s gonna shine, luck will turn on a dime So when the good times roll let ‘em roll but when