lyrics
the dj's looping the same four bars
and on the floor, here we are
and tonight we're never gonna stop
we're waiting for the muthafucking drop
drop it, drop it
feel that drop
drop it, drop it
feel that drop
i grab my friend and get another shot
she salts my hand and i suck it off
and as she goes to bite the lime
it drops away before she has the time
and now we're getting faded in the corner
a baseball bat and a samurai sword, or
maybe a lance? what weapons do you sell?
i don't give a shit, i know i'm going to hell
drop it, drop it
feel that drop
drop it, drop it
feel that drop
we are deeply lost inside the decadence of night
drenched in sweat and covered in the neon lights
breaths filled with the stench of cheap beer and bad tequila
music getting louder and you're getting close to me
credits
from
Hello Trash,
released February 5, 2013
samples:
Martin Solveig :: "Hello (Club Edit)"
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