domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011

Dirty pop, yo
B.T.
Sick & tired of hearing
All these people talk about
What's the deal with this pop life
& when is gonna fade out?

The thing you got to realize
What we doing is not a trend
We got the gift of melody
We gonna bring it till the end



It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive or
What I wear around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize
That it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
About the clothes I wear
& where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and
We'll do it to you every time


Do you ever wonder why
This music gets you high?

It takes you on a ride
Feel it when your body
Starts to rock

Baby you can't stop
& the music's all you got
Come on now
This must be, poP!

Dirty pop
Baby you can't stop
I know you
Like this dirty pop
This must be

Now, why you wanna try
to classify the type of thing
that we do?

'Cause we're just fine
Doin what we like
Can we say the same for you?
Tired of feelin all
Around me animosity
Just worry about yours
'Cause I'ma get mine

Now people can't you see

It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive or
What I wear around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize
That it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
About the clothes I wear
& where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and
We'll do it to you every time

Do you ever wonder why
This music gets you high?

It takes you on a ride
Feel it when your body
Starts to rock

Baby you can't stop
& the music's all you got
Come on now
This must be, poP!

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