Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Till we see the sunlight Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

But I don't own a single gun I don't own a single gun But if I did you'd be the one To hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men run I don't have a sweetheart yet But if I did I'd break my neck To please her, make her want to stay in my arms she'd rest

You can't believe it, you can't conceive it And you can't touch me, 'cause I'm untouchable And I know you hate it, and you can't take it You'll never break me, 'cause I'm unbreakable Don't you ever make no mistake Baby I've got what it takes And there's

For so long my heart was breaking, But now we're standing strong, And you said we wouldn't make it, But look how far we've come, The things you say you make me fall harder each day, You're a trainwreck, But I wouldn't love you if you changed! Yeah! Oh

So hey, we brought our drum and this is how we dance No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you don't like our 808s We have no apologies for being Find me where the wild things are (oh my, we'll be alright, don't mind us) Find me where the wild things are

Got up this mornin', just about the break of day Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes You know, I cried last night and all the night before You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do I got a letter this mornin',

So much so much for what we said No matter what I say you turn your back away Its never going to break you Its never going to make you fall Somehow between the lines is clearer I'm heading for the end On top of this bullshit and I don't want to hear it I

That's eno-ough (that's eno-ough) It's no ru-ush (it's no ru-ush) Need your love, it's my drug When I'm down, lift me up When it rains, grab my hand Spell your name in the sand That make up (that make up) No breaku-ups (no breaku-ups) Love, need your love

How long will it take to break you off? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready uh Baby, let me give you a call. If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Is this Tupac? What's ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's

Next time you point a finger But the way I, way I see it I might have to bend it back I'll point you to the mirror And break it, break it off (I'll point you to the mirror) You don't have to believe me Can't make my own decisions