Yes, lil mama tell me would you like it if the rain
Rain came you way
I got a couple dollas, I could throw you on stage
I love the nightlife, allergic to sunrays
That's when them apple bottoms come out and they get paid
Like uh, truck stop
Now, we in the club till it busts out
That's how we does till it shut down
Shorty is ya old enough
'Cause if ya ain't I'mma tell it like
Ooh, Michelle I tell 'em
Ooh there's something about the skyline tonight
Something that makes me know everything's gonna be alright
There's something in the way that the stars align
There's not a single moment I'm a pass by
The hour's now
The bass is loud
The disco lights shining through the crowd
We holding time in our hands and it stops when we say, we say
And we ain't stopping till the morning light
We gotta hold back the sun, don't let it come
Ain't stopping for no one
The night is young
Don't let them turn on the lights
Let us decide when they play that last song
The night is done when we break the dawn
We break the dawn (4x)
Ooh there's something on the surface right now
Something that keeps me moving big and deeper now
So I just let the speakers speak through me
Vibrations moving on the floor all around
The hour's now
The bass is loud
The disco lights shining through the crowd
We holding time in our hands and it stops when we say, we say
And we ain't stopping till the morning light
Chorus
The daylight scene never hurt nobody
The deejay decides there ain't no more party
'Cause we determine when we're good and ready
We step outside till the sunrise
Wait up and let me
I remember back back back when the lights came on
I made it to the crib before my mammy came home
Tryin' to hold back the sun but, I wasn't that strong
Time on my hands but Flo Rida got grown
Breitling, Rolex all costs money
Turn off the lights and my wrist still sunny
No more curfew, clubbin' is a virtue
The moon nowadays means nothin' but a circle
Yes shorty, three-sixty degrees
So tell the DJ to party I ain't ready to leave
I want it hot, hot till I'm feelin' the heat
And if I'm in sweat box then I'm spillin' my drink
On my fresh t-shirt, yep, that'll work
Like what your skirt do
Lil mama it's personal
Just keep popping don't go to commercial
Let me decide when we done with rehearsal
We ain't going nowhere till we good and ready
Break the dawn
Chorus