Hey, I want a taste You're a black heart devil and I can't explain why you wait For your face You're a hotel lover on the back end to the disgrace
Every night she seems to change her name, Doesn't matter who you really are Back room where we sip champaigne, I can never seem to get enough
I ignite, so hold on Cause' we're about to light it up It's on tonight, so hold on Cause' we're about to, about to light it up
Hey There's no escape Cause I'm a hard time sinner with a bullet to waste And I'll break all these chains And hit the club house running with the money to play
I've got the whiskey running through my veins So cut me open, add the fuel to the fire Your daddy tells you not to play my game But what I'm selling baby, she can't deny
I ignite, so hold on Cause we're about to light it up It's on tonight, so hold on Cause we're about to... I ignite, so hold on Cause we're about to light it up
It keeps calling my name I can't turn it away We got to pay to play Yeah
Your daddy tells you not to play my game But what I'm selling baby, she can't deny
I ignite, so hold on Cause we're about to light it up It's on tonight, so hold on Cause we're about to.... I ignite, so hold on Cause we're about to light it up It's on tonight, so hold on Cause we're about to light it up Yeah, so hold on Cause we're about to light it up So hold on, cause we're about to About to light it up
Compositores: Timothy Paul Ebersold (Ebersold Paul), Julien G Jorgensen, David James Agoglia, Richard Luzzi, Matthew William Mc Closkey ECAD: Obra #3292435