Bird In The Hand
The World Ends With You
'Round and go
Don't wanna see you no more
What's enough is enough
Not every woman likes it rough
Never touch me again
I'm no more your biggest fan
Don't be mad, don't be mean
Not my style so let me leave
Just turn around and go
Don't wanna see you no more
What's enough is enough
Not every woman likes it rough
Never touch me again
I'm no more your biggest fan
Don't be mad, don't be mean
Not my style so let me leave
Don’t let the beat stop I wanna see your head rocking
Beats clocking the b-boys are body popping
The bass drops yo it sounds like a tremor
Everybody’s in the club getting the vibe together
Hands in the sky yo we move to the floor
Leave your stress and unhappiness at the door
Keep it funky with a four-four beat
From your radio’s, TV screens and in the streets
Way too dark, sun comes down
(I'm breaking through some city outta town)
Sun comes up, bring me down
(Where might she go when the sun goes down?)
Fourth go up, I'm tellin' ya
(I've got the music telling who has the grooves I'm selling)
Flow is irregular, electric, wire
(I'm gonna make you jealous, turn around)
'Cause I'm on fire, twisted man
Mic in my hand, don't understand
Is the man with the plan, bars on my phone
Paper at home, to a ringtone
Still in the zone
