Growing up in the 801 There's only one club So we blow it up Leave your church shoes And your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we 'Gon let it go
Quarter to twelve on a Saturday night Hitting a J while we wait in line Let's leave all those things That we were taught behind 'Cause being ourselves Could never be a crime
So what does your mama think, yeah? So what does your daddy think? Forget what they think Forget what they think, yeah
Growing up in the 801 There's only one club So we blow it up Leave your church shoes And your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we 'Gon let it go You, me and Moni Gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels And get higher and higher You, me and Moni Gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels And get higher and higher
Me and my girl We're the stars of the show Everyone watches us Out on the floor I save her a seat While she gets me a drink And I love her so, so I don't care What they think 'Cause that's how it goes There's not a soul that don't know Yeah, that's how we roll
Growing up in the 801 There's only one club So we blow it up Leave your church shoes And your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we 'Gon let it go You, me and Moni Gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels And get higher and higher You, me and Moni Gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels And get higher and higher
Growing up in the 801 In the 801
Growing up in the 801 There's only one club So we blow it up Leave your church shoes And your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we 'Gon let it go You, me and Moni Gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels And get higher and higher You, me and Moni Gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels And get higher and higherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
