haven't seen you since the summerBut you feel just like

Dirt Nasty & boom-boom-boomboxBoombox-box-box, boomboxBoombox, 1: Dirt

1: Devin kitten got my tongue tied in knots,

walk up to the policeIn Detroit cityAnd I'm like"Excuse

Flo Rida, spin my head right round, right roundWhen

oh, oh, oh, ohWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (rah)Whoa, oh,

know, in this relationshipYou know it's time for me

the Champs-ÉlyséesI just wanna get, get, get in, with,

breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubblesGirls with tattoos

years on my mind, I felt it all the

was looking lost, it was cold outsideThe whiskey rock's

candy, cotton ca— candy)(Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy,

my speakers upBlow 'em upBlow my speakers upBlow my speakers

wanna be your babyYour angel all in blackYour little

Jesus took the wheel to bakers fieldHe handed me a bottle

Nathaniel the back of the car, on the way

Ryan: There's something about this track. There's something about this artist.

fight my way through the darknessI battle hard, that's

up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey,

1: Mr 305, off of my body, daleThere are