I’d like to see a sea of people dancing in the crowd
Bodies moving to the sound
Inhibitions to the ground
While I’m rocking out
Nothing weighing on my mind to talk about
Left the baggage at the door
To hit the floor and walk it out
So go and walk it out
Go on walk it out
Soulja Boy or Dougie let your bodies do the talking no
Put your guards down and drink up
To all the ladies with the big cups
And all the booby jokes that I think of
Are all fair game
For when I rap onstage
Forget the brush let me paint a picture with word play
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