Turn it up turn it up
Turn it turn it turn it up

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