Get back, time to kick it off.
Put your head back, take your sweater off.
I said, now's the time for you to check your heart to keep from falling dead flat when the rhythm stops.
Get down, time to kick it off.
My body's aching for my motion like a train of thought.
I said, "Slow down lady what you tryin to do?"
She said, "To feel your bpm go back to thirty-two."
She says, tell me what ya here for.
Tell me what you here for.
Saturday's child like a Friday night.
She's gettin naughty on her speaker, bout to lose her mind.
I said, cop comes to take her away.
All the sudden he was shakin what his momma gave him.
I said, hey now, hey now, burnin up the floor.
Turn it to an all night hangout, turn it up some more.
Hey now, hey now, burnin up the floor.
Really wanna hear you beggin for more.
Tell me what ya here for.
All this conversation's, standing on the wall. Stop your hesitation, it's time to let it go.
Shake off all your reasons, throw them out the door.
It's time you let me know.
Tell me what ya here for.
Tell me what ya here for.
Tell me what ya here for.
Tell me what ya here for.
All this conversation's, standing on the wall. Stop your hesitation, it's time to let it go.
Shake off all your reasons, throw them out the door.
It's time you let me know.
Tell me what ya here for.
Tell me what ya here for.
Tell me what ya here for.
Tell me what ya here for.
Writer(s): John Meredith Wicks, James Mihdi King, Joseph Karnes
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