Turn Up (feat. Leo Angelo)
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
Party like a rockstar, bitch, call me Cobain
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
To a fucking rockstar, from a fucking no name
Smoking on some doubies, watching shitty movies
Smoke another joint and looking for some booty
Couple body shots and then we're getting groovy
Gonna get the munchies, eating on her couchie
Feeling like a motherfucking rockstar, grabbing these juicy boobies
How it goes down is a mindfuck like a fucking roofie
The bass bangs in my ears like a fucking Uzi
Chillin' with the homies sippin' on Jack Daniels, yeah
In the underground, handle shit with rap battles, yeah
Chillin' on a speedboat, eating fucking steak, yesterday it was meatloaf, yeah
Please tell me Leo, where is the weed, cause I need a reload
I don't give a fuck, go and give me the jack and I'ma go beast mode, yeah
Pour it into glasses, give it to the masses, bitch, I'm a bastard, yeah
So everybody got some
Everbody drinks shots on high volume like a shotgun
The world start's spinning, so that's gotta mean I'm ok, ok, ok, ok
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
Party like a rockstar, bitch, call me Cobain
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
To a fucking rockstar, from a fucking no name
Haze be lookin' like Moonrocks, my songs outta' the Boombox
Smoke the buds like Snoop Dogg, standin' on the rooftop
Same old shit but a different day, fridge is full of cool aid
Missing every school day, smokin' with my room mates
My career is all self made, walkin' past the hells gate
Outta my mental prison, this music's for my cellmates
If you mess up you get a lyrical roundhouse-kick
Every single track turns into a soundcloud-hit
They all call me V.I.B.E., feelin' like a fuckin' G
Now I'm in my prime-time, yeah fuckin' OG
You can always tell when I'm sad, cuz I dun' need a fuckin' mask
You of course do need a mask, cuz your tracks are fuckin' trash
Turn up the volume in the ballroom
Yeah, turn up the volume in the ballroom
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Turn up the volume in the ballroom
Yeah, turn up the volume in the ballroom
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Party like a rockstar, bitch, call me Cobain
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
To a fucking rockstar, from a fucking no name
Smoking on some doubies, watching shitty movies
Smoke another joint and looking for some booty
Couple body shots and then we're getting groovy
Gonna get the munchies, eating on her couchie
Feeling like a motherfucking rockstar, grabbing these juicy boobies
How it goes down is a mindfuck like a fucking roofie
The bass bangs in my ears like a fucking Uzi
Chillin' with the homies sippin' on Jack Daniels, yeah
In the underground, handle shit with rap battles, yeah
Chillin' on a speedboat, eating fucking steak, yesterday it was meatloaf, yeah
Please tell me Leo, where is the weed, cause I need a reload
I don't give a fuck, go and give me the jack and I'ma go beast mode, yeah
Pour it into glasses, give it to the masses, bitch, I'm a bastard, yeah
So everybody got some
Everbody drinks shots on high volume like a shotgun
The world start's spinning, so that's gotta mean I'm ok, ok, ok, ok
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
Party like a rockstar, bitch, call me Cobain
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
To a fucking rockstar, from a fucking no name
Haze be lookin' like Moonrocks, my songs outta' the Boombox
Smoke the buds like Snoop Dogg, standin' on the rooftop
Same old shit but a different day, fridge is full of cool aid
Missing every school day, smokin' with my room mates
My career is all self made, walkin' past the hells gate
Outta my mental prison, this music's for my cellmates
If you mess up you get a lyrical roundhouse-kick
Every single track turns into a soundcloud-hit
They all call me V.I.B.E., feelin' like a fuckin' G
Now I'm in my prime-time, yeah fuckin' OG
You can always tell when I'm sad, cuz I dun' need a fuckin' mask
You of course do need a mask, cuz your tracks are fuckin' trash
Turn up the volume in the ballroom
Yeah, turn up the volume in the ballroom
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Turn up the volume in the ballroom
Yeah, turn up the volume in the ballroom
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Get the funk up, get the, get the, get the funk up
Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Brich
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