Spoiled (feat. Pharrell Williams) - Pop Smoke

La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la Can't you feel it? Hear them, don't you see? Stand up, dance about it Don't just look at me, come on, let's talk about it Treat it like the King 'cause you know you can't live without it Shit is all over TV; outside, the streets are crowded (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down Can't you feel it, baby? Woah We are livin', baby, oh I don't think you get it baby, no You are gifted baby, woah (Hey) All these people, don't you love it? Yeah, don't you love it? So many different people, don't you love it? Yeah, don't you love it? ROYGBIV, favorite color Yeah, don't you love it? Love everywhere, so we comin' Yeah, don't you love it? I'm feelin' this new vibration (Why, why, why, why) And it's takin' over your nation (Ayy) For all those oppressed, and statesmen (Why, why, why, why) You need a MDMA vacation I used to see a thing, this is my confession But she's a queen, and her body's a blessin' One day, they'll convene to teach mankind a lesson 'Cause right now, I see power when I see her midsection (Move) Hear them, don't you see? Stand up, dance about it Don't just look at me, come on, let's talk about it Treat it like the King 'cause you know you can't live without it Shit is all over TV; outside, the streets are crowded (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down (Wait, wait, hey) Get down (Wait, wait, wait) Get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down Ayy, ayy, ayy, get down God didn't make her for man's subjections Manmade rules and religious projections She's figurin' out how to bottle man's obsessions 'Cause I see power when I see her midsection (Move)

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now