The sky is purple I'm running on turbo I got 20 fake bitches That I draw in a circle And stay away from I'm gonna get my bacon In the rich sense Not the pig sense My flow exotic incense Intense I'm doin 90 on the freeway Hear me on the radio All they do is replay I used to turn it off Now I turn it up They call me Dev
I turn it up, I, I, I turn it up I turn it up, I, I, I turn it up Turn it up, I turn it up, turn it up, I turn it up, turn it up, I turn it up Turn it, turn it, turn it up
The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead (come here baby) The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead (come here baby) The night, the night is young
I see you chewing on your upper lip Brain fried Come and take a ride on the mother-ship Do you know who you fuckin with We the deans list Queen bitch Leave your king speechless Spitting your weakness It ain't the same Wanna piece of my peach Press press play So here we go Spending winters on the beaches Wide awake Even when we sleepin
I turn it up, I, I, I turn it up I turn it up, I, I, I turn it up Turn it up, I turn it up, turn it up, I turn it up, turn it up, I turn it up Turn it, turn it, turn it up
The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead (come here baby) The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead The night, the night is young The day is dead (come here baby) The night, the night is youngTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
