1.Blow(Cirkut Remix)
Lyricist：Kesha SebertKlas AhlundLukasz GottwaldAllan GriggBenjamin
LevinMax Martin
Writer(s)：Allan GriggBenjamin LevinKesha SebertKlas AhlundLukasz
GottwaldMax Martin
This place about to blow! Blow!
It's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down
Tonight we're taking over, no one's getting out
This place about to blow! Blow!
This place about to blow! Blow!
(This place about to!)
Backdoor cracked, we don't need a key
We get in for free, no VIP sleaze
Drink that Kool-Aid, follow my lead
Now you're one of us, you're coming with me
It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out
(This place about to!)
Tonight we're taking names, 'cause we don't mess around
Dance!
This place about to
This place about to blow! Blow!
This place about to blow! Blow!
This place about to blow! Blow!
Go insane, go insane
Throw some glitter, make it rain on
And let me see them hands, let me, let me see them hands
We're taking over
Get used to it
2.The Sleazy Remix(feat. Andre 3000)
Lyricist：Kesha SebertKlas AhlundShondrae CrawfordLukasz
GottwaldBenjamin LevinAndre Benjamin
Writer(s)：Andre BenjaminBenjamin LevinKesha SebertKlas AhlundLukasz
GottwaldShondrae Crawford
I don't need you and your brand new Benz
Or your boojy friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Get sleazy
We started out so cute in our baby pictures
That mommy shot for our daddy so that he wouldn't forget you
He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he'll remember
If not he's human, I'm human, you human, we'll forgive him
God gives him his ultimatum, can't see how momma hates him
He's such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him
I'm only 8, I'm not old enough, guess it's complicated
Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated
I only say this in cadence so it don't get negated
I was gon' save it for later but later look like maybe
This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes
Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980s
But now that we are cool cool, she sippin' Irish Baileys
She say Stacks, you're true blue？
I said Nah, I'm Navy
I call her Kesha, she like it, because it's hood to her
She call me Andre 6000 cause I'm good to her
I don't need you and your brand new Benz
Or your boojy friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
I don't need you and your brand new Benz
Or your boojy friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving
About your money and man servant at the mansion you live in
And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in
Just grab a bottle, some boys, and let's take it back to my
basement
And get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy
Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy
I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it
Imma take it back to where my man and my girls is
Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, 'cause imma get
Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, 'cause imma get
I don't need you and your brand new Benz
Or your boojy friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat, gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
I don't mean to critique on your seduction technique
But your money's not impressing me, it's kinda weak
That you really think you're gonna get my rocks off
Get my top and socks off, by showing me the dollars in your drop
box
Me and all my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em
We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave 'em
And I don't care if you stare and you call us scummy
Cause we ain't after your affection, and sure as hell not your
money, honey
I don't need you and your brand new Benz
Or your boojy friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat, gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat, gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
3.Tik Tok(Untold Remix)
Lyricist：KeshaLukasz
Writer(s)：Benjamin LevinKeshaLukasz
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl？)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
(Lets go)
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 parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me
Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
4.F＊＊K Him He's A DJ( DJ)
Lyricist：Tom NevilleOlivia NervoMiriam Nervo
Writer(s)：Miriam NervoOlivia NervoTom Neville
Mixing：Tom Neville
Drop this,
Drop this track,
He's a stereotype,
He's got the baseball cap,
And he's building the hype,
As he's feeding me this hot track, uh,
He's feeding me this hot track, uh, uh,
You see we share the same god,
We've got the same love,
I never wanna stop,
I don't wanna give him up,
Nah,
I don't wanna give him up,
Nah, Nah,
I am losing time,
As he's feeding me this hot track,
I know what I've got on, my mind,
Fuck him he's the DJ,
All night long,
He's got the beat,
Fuck him he's the DJ,
Keep playing that song ,
It works for me,
Now he Now he's,
Loving me up,
With the baseline bat,
It's an aphrodisiac,
Just watching you like that, uh,
Just watching you like that, uh, uh,
5.Animal(Switch Remix)
Lyricist：Kesha SebertLukasz
Writer(s)：Greg KurstinKesha SebertLukasz
I am in love,
With what we are,
Not what we should be.
And I am,
I am starstruck.
With every part,
Of this whole story.
So if it's just tonight,
The Animal inside,
Let it live and die.
Like it's the end of time,
Like everything inside,
Let it live and die.
This is our last chance,
Give me your hands.
'Cause our world is spinning at the speed of light.
The night is fading, heart is racing.
Now just come and love me like we're gonna die.
Oh.
I'm not asleep, I'm up for the fight
Into the magic.
And I don't, want the concrete.
I am alive.
Comes with the tragic.
So if it's just tonight,
The animal inside,
Let it live and die.
This is our last chance, Give me your hands.
'Cause our world is spinning at the speed of light.
The night is fading, heart is racing.
Now just come and love me like we're gonna die.
Oh.
Oh.
Da da da da da da.
Oh.
This is our last chance, Give me your hands.
'Cause our world is spinning at the speed of light.
The night is fading, heart is racing.
Now just come and love me like we're gonna die. Oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh
6.Your Love Is My Drug(Dave Aude Club Remix)
Lyricist：Kesha SebertPebe SebertJoshua Coleman
Writer(s)：Joshua ColemanKesha SebertPebe Sebert
Maybe I need some rehab,
Or maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession,
I'm seeing it in my dreams
I'm looking down every alley,
I'm making those desperate calls
Im staying up all night hoping,
Hit my head against the walls
What you've got boy is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung up my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
Won't listen to any advice, mamma's telling me to think twice
But left to my own devices i'm addicted its a crisis!
My friends think I've gone crazy, my judgment is getting kinda
hazy
My status is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a love sick
crackhead
What you've got boy is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung up my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you are away
So I got a question;
Do you want to have a summer party in my basement？
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum？
Is my love, your drug？
(huh) Your drug？(huh) your drug？(huh) your drug？
Is my love, your drug？
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
7.We R Who We R(Fred Falke Club Remix)
Lyricist：Kesha SebertLukasz
Writer(s)：Benjamin LevinJacob Kasher HindlinJoshua ColemanKesha
SebertLukasz
Hot and dangerous
If you're one of us, then roll with us
'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we've got hot-pants on and up
And yes of course we does we're running this town just like a
club
And no, you don't wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace
I've got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let's go-o-o(Let's go!)
Tonight we're going hard
Just like the world is ours
We're tearin' it apart
You know we're superstars
We R who we R!
We're dancing like we're dumb
Our bodies go numb
We'll be forever young
You know we're superstars
We R who we R!
DJ turn it up
It's about damn time to live it up
I'm so sick of being so serious
It's making my brain delirious!
I'm just talkin' truth
I'm telling you 'bout the s we do
We're sellin' our clothes, sleepin' in cars
Dressin' it down, hittin' on dudes(HARD!)
I've got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let's go-o-o(Let's go!)
DJ turn it up
DJ turn it up
DJ turn it up
DJ turn it up
Tonight we're going hard
Just like the world is ours
We're tearin' it apart
You know we're superstars
We R who we R!
We're dancing like we're dumb
Our bodies go numb
We'll be forever young
You know we're superstars
We R who we R!
OW!
8.Take It Off(Billboard Remix)
Lyricist：Kesha SebertLukasz
Writer(s)：Claude KellyKesha SebertLukasz
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
When the dark
Of the night comes around.
That's the time,
That the animal comes alive.
Looking for
Something wild.
And now we lookin' like pimps
In my gold Trans-Am.
Got a water bottle full of whiskey
In my handbag.
Got my drunk text on
I'll regret it in the mornin'
But tonight
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
Lose your mind.
Lose it now.
Lose your clothes
In the crowd.
We're delirious.
Tear it down
'Til the sun comes back around.
N-now we're getting so smashed.
Knocking over trash cans.
Eurbody breakin' bottles
It's a filthy hot mess.
Gonna get faded
I'm not the designated
Driver so
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
Oh, oh, oh!
EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!
Oh, Oh, Oh!
EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!
Oooh.
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!
EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
9.Tik Tok(Chuck Buckett's Veruca Salt Remix)
Lyricist：KeshaLukasz
Writer(s)：Benjamin LevinKeshaLukasz
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl？)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
(Lets go)
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 parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
You build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me
You build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
And now, the party don't start 'til I walk in
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
10.Blah Blah Blah(feat. 3OH!3)(DJ Skeet Skeet Radio Remix)
Lyricist：Kesha SebertBenjamin LevinNeon HitchSean Foreman
Writer(s)：Benjamin LevinKesha SebertNeon HitchSean Foreman
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Just zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox
I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at
Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough
Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
Boy come on get your rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
I wanna dance with no pants on, holla
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked
But your wasted
Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough
Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
You be delaying, you always sayin' some shit
You say I'm playin' I'm never layin this di...
Sayin blah blah blah cause I don't care who you are
In this bar it only matters who I am
Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah
Ohh
Blah Blah Blah
Stop talking
Stop ta-ta-talking that
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