I Just Wanna Dance (DEMO) (FULL ALBUM OUT NOW) by Dropping A Popped Locket published on 2013/01/05 01:04:34 +0000 All the bitches in the club like "I just wanna dance" and the kids are smoking dubs like "I just wanna dance" so let's have a party So meet me at the party, I've been here way before it started. All the bottles are cracked, Cognac by the flat screen. "Tatts on Tatts" banging full blast, where the Jack at? The sin, I mean the skin is where the fucking art is. Spizz in the crib, ma, drop it like it's hot. All the kids in the living room fill it to the top. Kegstand! Hit it up! Grab a partner, to the bed and split a dutch. Once the puffing's done, it's a rush to fun…but he's too drunk. Sorry Cinderella, your Prince Charmings' pumpkin's shrunk. What a slut, leaving a glass slipper on the stairs; it's a cry for attention and no one cares. But what's the hot topic? Is it Hot Topic? But you're not honest if you say that you're not on six or seven drinks. Bitch, you're slurring and topless. Ok, it's the walk of shame; the pinnacle, the miracle. Who just got laid? Pinnacle the liquor, not the top of the chain. No more subliminal tips of the blade, cynically literal spit in your face. Inching through interviews, I'm sick of your name. Institutes hint gruesome things, I swear I'm sane; tie me up, you can have my brain. Pick up the cups and chug a lug lug. It aint the love bug, but my pocket's on that "buzz buzz." This is my precious fucking time that you're violating, you know I hear it v-v-v-v-v…oh wait, it's JJ. "What up dude?" "Ski!" "Pick up more ladies when you come through and maybe a little skunk too!" See, everyone would be chillin' if it were up to me. Just found a random bag in my dungarees. A fumbled huddle aka cuddle puddle, means double trouble or triple dip ins. Sweet and sour sauce on chickens stripping. Damn.