I so don't want to go back to sleep, oh please
I'm so out, I'm so out
I'm so in my fitted jeans
I'm so in my spiked top
And my white jeans
I'm so out, I'm finna party
It's like a war field, that's how my table's made up
A lot of rose champagne coming up
Girls on the dance floor, please step up
Bad man, put your hands on blank, boss it up
Put your lights up on your weed, I'mma say light it up
The door man me a tell you why