III
No time
(no time)
Demons are following me
Following what we can't see
But I just want to dance baby
Move around this world and see you on the floor,
Yo back, nobody has it like you have it
Let me feel something more than just an ordainariy night
People in the club hatein hatein baby,
They see you looking over, relating lady
I just wanna hold you down
Maybe if you wanna go around town,
Walk the Highline, do a dance
Maybe if you want to swing
You get mad, awefully bitter
When noone pays atention but you know you're a winner for me, for me
Let's do it, I'll count to three: one, two, three
Cupid keeps targeting me
Arrows are flying I can't see
I despond, I'm a shallow bomber lady
To hold me down and the world's crazy
See you want the city so bad
Nobody loves you like your dad
Let me feel something more than just an ordainariy night
People in the club they be hatein baby,
See you looking over, relating lady
I just wanna hold you down
Maybe we can walk around the town,
Go to Paris, maybe France
Even Russia, if you're gonna dance
You get mad, awefully bitter
Wen noone pays atention 'cause you know you're a winner for me, for me
Let's do it, I'll count to three: one, two, three
What you waiting for
What you waiting for
You know we've got it yeah
Let me feel something more than just an ordainariy night
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three
(no time)
Demons are following me
Following what we can't see
But I just want to dance baby
Move around this world and see you on the floor,
Yo back, nobody has it like you have it
Let me feel something more than just an ordainariy night
People in the club hatein hatein baby,
They see you looking over, relating lady
I just wanna hold you down
Maybe if you wanna go around town,
Walk the Highline, do a dance
Maybe if you want to swing
You get mad, awefully bitter
When noone pays atention but you know you're a winner for me, for me
Let's do it, I'll count to three: one, two, three
Cupid keeps targeting me
Arrows are flying I can't see
I despond, I'm a shallow bomber lady
To hold me down and the world's crazy
See you want the city so bad
Nobody loves you like your dad
Let me feel something more than just an ordainariy night
People in the club they be hatein baby,
See you looking over, relating lady
I just wanna hold you down
Maybe we can walk around the town,
Go to Paris, maybe France
Even Russia, if you're gonna dance
You get mad, awefully bitter
Wen noone pays atention 'cause you know you're a winner for me, for me
Let's do it, I'll count to three: one, two, three
What you waiting for
What you waiting for
You know we've got it yeah
Let me feel something more than just an ordainariy night
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three
Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Menard, Hod David
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