>be me>wake up in the morning feeling like our lord and savior Jesus>Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city>Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack>'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back>I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes>Trying on all our clothes, clothes>Boys blowing up our phones, phones>Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs>Pulling up to the partiesTrying to get a little bit tipsyDon't stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up tonight, I'mma fight until we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop.