The sky is purple, I'm runnin' on turbo I got 20 fake bitches that I drive in a circle And stay away from, I'm gonna get my make-up In a rich sense, not the pig sense My flow makes traffic insane, intense
I'm doin' 90 on the freeway Hear me on the radio, all they do is replay I used to turn it up, now I turn it off Think they call me Dev I turn it up, I I I turn it up I turn it up, I I I turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up
The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young
I see ya chewin' on ya upper lip Brainfried, come and take a ride on the mothership Do ya know who you're fuckin' with? Leave the dean's list, queen bitch Leave ya king speechless Standing up, weakness, it ain't the same Wanna piece of my peach, press press play Here we go, spend the waitress on my bitch list Wide -ide away even even when you're sleeping
I turn it up, I I I turn it up I turn it up, I I I turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up
The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young The day is dead, the night the night is young