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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marco Faraone
Marco Faraone
Performer
Greeko
Greeko
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marco Faraone
Marco Faraone
Songwriter
Klaudio Lagji
Klaudio Lagji
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marco Faraone
Marco Faraone
Original Producer
Greeko
Greeko
Original Producer

Lyrics

Now, I know a lot of y'all think y'all got it all Think y'all really doin' ya'll things And that's cool, or whatever But you ain't seen nothing like this What? Now dance, baby, dance Feel that rhythm in your pants Raise your hands like out of your mind Feel your feet and muscles unwind Now let's go somewhere they can't find Soul's defined, no rules or space in time Vibrations test the spine With both your hands and mine So young and fine, can't tell me no Born to be free, try to box me, I float like Ali Move my body like waves to the sea When you're caught in my focus remember to breathe like Whoo, whoo, I bring the game of C, say whoo, whoo I'm everything you need Release and throw it all back See you sweat it all out like it's 100 degrees What? What? What? Skip the day, forget pride, forget what the rest say Today we live our lives, when they criticize Let it melt the rest away Become immortalized and occupied Get lost inside the bass Now don't you be surprised if all eyes on you When the record plays say Whoo, whoo, now I know, whoo, whoo A lotta y'all think you got it all Think y'all really doin' ya'll thing And that's cool, or whatever But you ain't seen nothin' like this Whoo, whoo What? Got flavor for your neighbors Got that flavor for your mama I'm sharper than a blazer And I'm smoother than pajamas Now you could be a hater You can hate me if you wanna But step to me, I'll break your head And I'll leave you in a trauma So watch me shine, mastermind Still conductor of the move I can lead the blind with the way I grind Not hard to see I'm the truth Listen to these rhymes control your spine Don't think about it, just do Came to redefine and redesign What it means to break the rules So break the cage, don't be afraid Get off the wall, got some alcohol Let the youth of the night, lift your spirits tonight Get drunk of the brace, let it be your escape Get woozy from the drunk, let it fill your lungs Don't matter where you're from Don't matter how old Before I go, I gotta let you know That the party don't start till I hit the floor What? What? Now dance, baby, dance Feel that rhythm in your pants Now dance, baby, dance Feel that rhythm in your pants Party don't start Party don't start till I hit the floor Party don't start Party don't start till I hit the floor Hit the floor, hit, hit the floor Hit the floor, hit, hit the floor Hit the floor, hit, hit the floor The party don't start till I hit the floor Dance, baby, dance Feel that rhythm in your pants Raise your hands like out of your mind Feel your feet and muscles unwind Now let's go somewhere they can't find Soul's defined, no rules or space in time Vibrations test the spine With both your hands and mine So young and fine, can't tell me no Born to be free, try to box me, I float like Ali Move my body like waves to the sea When you're caught in my focus remember to breathe like Whoo, whoo, I bring the game of C, say whoo, whoo I'm everything you need Release and throw it all back See you sweat it all out like it's 100 degrees What? What? What? Skip the day, forget pride, forget what the rest say Today we live our lives, when they criticize Let it melt the rest away Become immortalized and occupied Get lost inside the bass Now don't you be surprised if all eyes on you When the record plays say Whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo Now, I know, a lotta y'all think you got it all Think y'all really doin' ya'll things And that's cool, or whatever But you ain't seen nothin' like this
Writer(s): Marco Faraone, Klaudio Lagji Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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