I turn it up
The sky is purple
I'm running on turbo
I got twenty fake bitches
That I draw in a circle
And stay away from
I'm gonna get my bacon
In the rich sense
Not the pig sense
My flow, exotic incense
Intense
I'm doin ninety on the freeway
Hear me on the radio
All they do is replay
I used to turn it on
Now I turn it up
They call me Dev
I turn it up
I turn it up
The day is dead, the night, the night is young
The day is dead, the night, the night is young
(Come here baby)
I see you chewing on your upper lip
Brain fried
Come and take a ride on the mothership
Do you know who you f*ckin' with?
We the dean's list
Queen bitch
Leave your king speechless
Spitting your weakness
It ain't the same
Wanna piece of my peach?
Press-press play
So here we go
Spending winters on the beaches
Wide awake
Even when we sleepin'
I turn it up
I turn it up
The day is dead the night, the night is young
The day is dead the night, the night is young
(Come here baby)
I turn it up
I turn it up
The day is dead the night, the night is young
The day is dead the night, the night is young
(Come here baby)