Tell me how some people walk in the sun. While others just walk in the dark. Lookin' at the world through the barrel of a gun. Hands behind their back and a parked car.
Let's. Let's get turned up. Get it, Get it. Get turned up. Get it, Get it. Get turned up. Get it, Get it. Get turned up. Get it, Get it. Let's funk. .
Tell me how some people walk in the sun. While others just walk in the dark. Looking at the world through a barrel of a gun. Hands behind their back and a parked car.
So finally beloved we meet at last. Middle of the here, nevermind the past. Only way to get to where you never been. Is to party like you ain't gonna party again.