Get Loose

You gotta get loose
A weekend away
Turn back the clocks
Tomorrow can wait

It's just like you but happier
A lot like you but funnier

You gotta get through
She's calling your name
She glimmers like gold
Hey, you can explain

Ziplock bags, new drug store cures
Flash light eyes from dark corners

Something new, exciting
Fucked up and inviting
You can let your hair down
Just don't let nobody in
I can tell you're hiding
Blood cells multiplying
Something in your pocket
And a bad moon on the rise

Something new, exciting
Fucked up and inviting
You can let your hair down
Just don't let nobody in
I can tell you're hiding
Blood cells multiplying
Something in your pocket
And a bad moon on the rise



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Jess Jackson, Christopher Washington, Ronald Smith Iii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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