Blade Turn Up

Well I'm back again for another night Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her, so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose If a tear should fall if I should whisper her name To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin' to an old Buck Owens song I know she won't mind she won't even know She'll be dancing with a memory crying teardrops of her own Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose. Yeah, mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

Yeah, turn up, nigga Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up I flex it on old Turn up nigga I flex it on cold Where I be and where I go The bitches know it's me I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes Balls and V.I.Ps before I rock the show The niggaz knows it's me I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I hit them with the flex I hit them with the flex The niggaz talking... I hit them with the tech Nigga I go stripes like a motherfucking rough Cause nigga I got ice round my motherfucking mic Yeah, ladies said turn up Though I got no .base I kick it like a turn-up And them niggaz are all clowns Man I see them looking funny They like the city man I got my motherfucking bolo ...why are you retarded? Bitch I got a dumb... Playin' roll Shorty You can't fool Loney ...They say I'm acting cocky Where I be and where I go The bitches know it's me I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes Balls and V.I.Ps before I rock the show The niggaz knows it's me I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I love flexin' How about flexin'? With kids like mine You got to call for ... Yeah, yeah, yeah Baby it's a start and you're present Walk in the club Got the ball for a second Made it rain 20 Made it rain 30 Made it rain, Earny Balled in that bitch 'till your dreams are worthy ...I ain't perfect Forgive me Get it right I fuck up sex, I fuck up ... We fuck up sex Walking kind of funny Cause I'm walking with Rex ...in my pants Cause I throw a football pass Where I be and where I go The bitches know it's me I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes Balls and V.I.Ps before I rock the show The niggaz knows it's me I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes I turn up on niggaz I flex up on hoes

Oh Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me, don't order a virgin (Ooh) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off (Yeah) You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA (We flyin' jets) I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (I won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (Won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake and you know And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Out in the streets I know you doin' double shifts I know you do anything if you please You know I want those double D's Out in the Out in the streets, babe