Here to Party (feat. Ches Anthony) - Drew Derksen

We came here to party (rock!) We didnt come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life Just 'cause a guy got a suit and a tie don't mean he gonna text ya Just 'cause I walk with a limp like an old school pimp don't mean I slept But if you wanna talk tough and you wanna puff up then I might just have to But I ain't come here to crack his mouth, I came here to rock the house Yeah, I get crazy and wild anything for the fans to make them smile Goose, girls, that's for sell, if you think I'm a fag then you winner now But you know what comes in to show, we protect ourselves and the ones we love Stay at home, sit and judge, or celebrate life and hit the club Everybody just wants to feel good Your mud might happen with heels on the hood Often times we can misunderstood Tonight. (Tonight) We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life They call... you's a politician They call me superfly I'm always with two bitches You go to church tithe, I grew up with them screeches You on your piece adjust, I sip that g's juice We both get a lot attention in the press You spelling books and wanna be the president We spelling hooks and the flow is heaven synch We both hustling, so why we tossling? Everybody just wants to feel good Your mud might happen with heels on the hood Often times we can misunderstood Tonight. (Tonight) We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life

We got beer and a tub and some good lookin' girls Dressed to the nines, lookin' for a good time Jacked up trucks, stacked in thick White rocks stuck in the mud grips And a big old bouncer at the door But don't show him your I.D. And don't you dare step out on the floor If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well Go on and head your ass back home If you ain't here to party There's a little old Louisiana band Playin' a swampy jam and brown sugar tans Lookin' so fine, shakin' that thing In the zydeco cage and purple rain Raise your drink up in the air And everybody sing along Man, you're here all alone If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well Go on and carry your ass back home If you ain't here to party If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and pick someone out Maybe make out And get their number in your phone Man, the only way You'll be goin' home alone Is if you ain't here to party Yeah, you better be here to party Yeah, we're all here to party Yeah, we're all here to party Throw your keys on the bar, you ain't drivin' your car You're here with me, that's how it's gonna be 'Cause we're here to party, baby Yeah, yeah, whoa If you ain't here to party, yeah You picked the wrong Friday night

When we were seventeen Where a couple as it seemed Didn't know what I was going through Well, we were more than friends So much passion and romance I was living in another moon And everything seemed okay Hope that you don't care Right now, I'm twenty-three Everything seemed marvellous But live came and gave a touch Look back and shed a tear But time, intuition is fine Let's hope's not a crime To think out with our minds But time, intuition is fine Let's hope's not a crime To think out with our minds Now with our minds We look back on our lives What was hard on that time It just seems like its fine It's hard to remember All those things that made you Who you are at the time And look far on in life Questioning existence To protect what we have A future lays ahead What is better is to be set Anything can happen And its uncertainty always bugs me Trying to feel free But I care so much of "we" But time, intuition is fine Let's hope's not a crime To think out with our minds But time, intuition is fine Let's hope's not a crime To think out with our minds

Late night, I can't sleep Looking out the window there's a man there on the street He's pushing a shopping cart He's looking for cans and a brand new start Fault lines that separate The inside of these walls from that outside gate Tell me what's the difference between him and me Tell me what's the difference and who does he see Is it who I am? is it where I've been? Is it how I was raised or just destiny? No it don't matter if you're standing in the rain We're all trying to get to heaven on a hell-bound train Now I know a girl, she's had a tough time She's living a life much harder than mine But she's a sweet thing and as tough as can be She's raising four kids, that's called a family She's got a little problem, sometimes it gets big She's playing with the needles, sometimes they stick in But oh what a thing to live and breathe Ain't it the same for both her and for me Is it who I am? is it where I've been? Is it how I was raised or just destiny? No it don't matter if you're standing in the rain We're all trying to get to heaven on a hell-bound train Late night, I can't sleep The man outside the window is staring back at me Is he thinking the same thing How we're trying to get to heaven Yeah we're trying to get to heaven Is it who I am? is it where I've been? Is it how I was raised or just destiny? No it don't matter if you're strong or you're in pain It don't matter if you're waxing or waning It's not who you are, it's not where you've been It's not how you were raised and it's not destiny We're all trying to get to heaven just the same We're all trying to get to heaven on a hell-bound train