All night we ride up and down A1A
Oh, the boys in the back, man, they got the Tanqueray
Sunlight, beach life, she got this Latin body
I'll wear those legs like a gas mask, things move too fast they say
Oh Oh, It's out of control
Twilight, skyline, high up on that MDMA (woo)
Oh, my future's so bright, man, you know I've got to wear shades
Moonlight, goodnight, she got her hair in French braids
Oh, a little fake choke choke never hurt nobody, no way
Oh oh, It's out of control
Oh oh, It's out of control
Oh oh, It's out of control
Oh oh, It's out of control
Oh oh, It's out of control
I'm looking out, looking out
I'm looking out of my rear view mirror
Oh, I hope I don't waste it getting too wasted
Oh, I hope I don't waste it getting too wasted
Oh, I hope I don't waste it getting too wasted
Oh, I hope I don't waste it getting too wasted
WRITERS
John Coughlin, Marlin Bateman, Pat Howard, Robert joseph Hunter