Keep our heads above the water, for air Bad imitation of other lovers, flare With how many beats per minute could you break my visions? Little by heart, the rest decisions And the longer we go Calling out And the longer we go Just calling out Someone that I knew came and took the fight Something I did was right Just calling out Baby, what you do is gonna be alright Feed the hungry, leave you nothing Water waste at the bitter ending With how many beats per minute can I break your heart? At least we tried to build up something But the longer we go Calling out And the longer we go Just calling out Someone that I knew came and took the fight Something I did was right Just calling out Baby, what you do is gonna be alright

It's just a look, and it makes the boys quiver Yes, it's the look, and now they remember Had they forgotten... what this all means? I think they want to forget And they hope that this time (Chorus) I won't look, I've got other things to do now I forgot what it was, I've got to get to work now (And they) set an example for us (I see it!) It can happen to me too (And it) didn't make any difference to us (But I) Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble With our love, With our love, With our love They hear the words, such as "You're really special" (And they) can't face that feeling (And they) can't really tell I look out the window (And I) I call that education (And I) see all my friends standing out there (And I) I call that education (sophistication) (Repeat chorus) Had they forgotten... what this all means? Things come and go (and I see 'em) And I won't be neglected (not this time!) (Repeat chorus)

Eye popping, gate crashing Light flashing, fence hopping love Mind-spinning, back breaking Soul taking, heart stopping love So take a minute Take your heart to the limit Baby own it and make it your fight We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads The past, the present and the future is gonna be fine We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads Oh all the law breakers, all the naughty love makers This is your time This is your time Arm thrashing, chest thumping, All calming, deep breathing love Whoa-oh Fist punching, head banging Up sounding, jaw crunching love So take a mouthful Who wants to be subliminal Oh if we make it to light We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads The past, the present and the future is gonna be fine We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads Oh all the law breakers, all the naughty love makers This is your time Oh so it lies on the seven Turn it up to eleven Baby, no, don't filter the light Yeah, we all have a mission Take the time to wet the levee From the left, right, and falling behind We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads The past, the present and the future's gonna be alright We're gonna be out of our heads, tonight We're gonna be out of our heads Oh all the law breakers, all the naughty love makers This is your time This is your time Oh all the law breakers, all the naughty love makers This is your time

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha