Turn it up, it's your song! Turn it up, it's your song! Turn it up right now! Won't you just - Turn it up, it's your song! Turn it up, it's your song
You won't make it out alive. You won't make it out alive. You won't make it out alive. You won't make it out alive. It's like speaking in tongues for
: Something?s wrong and it?s not me for once, and I know you?ll call me crazy? but I hate the way you look straight through me. What have I don?t that
it to me cause she know just how I want it And if this where we battle we would be worthy opponents I had to get up on it Kinda how you do a pony It's
got smashed Funny how an autograph turned into all of that Just call me the bedroom bandit Cause after one night stands I vanish And no I can't understand it I don't think one
you listenin to this track You probably about to blog about it maybe say it's wack Or maybe compare the verses to see which one of us wud snap Completly
game of tape up But errrbody gotta feel the need to same some Can't speak up whenever you face em That's what you call microphone gangstas (was up) Yea
the rush of no control And it feels so good, and it feels so good, it feels so nice Now turn your back, cause I'm coming right up on you Turn your back
di one with line Seem like me and young gyal ya just can't combine So it's sour like lime Running it down the line Mr. Muffin one timr [Chorus] [Verse
was I don't recall Who would roll with ya'll Bunch a fucking know it alls Who's dough is small Look what's it come to Our rapport's good no more We was
eyes I can see the fire burn Realize, now it is your turn Wake up the king From his sleep in your fantasy Wake up the king Let him be all you ecstasy
notice, she was caught up in the race Out every evening, until it was light He was too tired to make it, she was too tired to fight about it Life
notice she was caught up in a race Out every evenin' until it was light He was too tired to make it she was too tired to fight about it Life in the
worth living for It's still, it's still, still worth lying for N-no one has to know-ow-ow And haven't you heard The word on the street is "I lost it, called it quits" Get it
Turner right now Smack in the middle, smack in the middle, smack, smack Hello - Hello Oh hi, it's me, I know it's late, but I just had to call you
let it go, put it in a casket And don?t dig it back up Got my swagga back up I pick up to call you then I hang it back up Yeah , and imma get back to
