I pull her slowly Saint Laurent on both my feet All this jewelry, they gon' notice me Got your ho with me And you know I got that Rol' on me I wanna ride, ride, ride on it Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her Wanna cry, cry, cry on her Ay, wanna fly, fly, fly

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

Make my day Pump, pump the jam I don't want a place to stay Make my, make my, make, make my day Get your boody on the floor tonight Pump it up, yo pump it While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin'

You're strumming on my heart strings Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way, I'll pick your feet up off of the ground And never ever let you down Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now, And I'll never let you down I'm never gonna

If these wings could fly Oh lights go down In the moment we're lost and found I just wanna be by your side For the rest of our lives It made me think of you They made me think of you Oh damn these walls In the moment we're ten feet tall

Sunshine day Everybody’s laughing Everybody’s singing Everybody, move your hair and feel united Everybody, shake your hair and feel united Yeah! Everybody's coming to the celebration I'mma hook you up with the invitation Let your hair swing and party

Stand up on your seat with your dirty feet Fan the flames of love A classy action suit to dance in Break a window and let the sun in Break the silence, it's not a sin Tear down the walls of hate Fill up the empty bowls of the hungry Break the sacs and

Time to open your eyes to this genocide When you clear your mind you see it all You're receiving the gold of a better life When you change yourself, you change the world Quit moaning about fate and change Stand up on your feet and rise With every fall

Just don’t leave Don’t leave I’ll drown my beliefs To have your babies I’ll dress like your niece And wash your swollen feet I’m not living I’m just killing time Your tiny hands

Does it diminish your Super-capacity to love Walk like a matador, Don't be chicken-shit And turn breezes into rivulets Flamenco-sweep the air And weave the sun And stamp your feet for everyone Does it exhibit your