More songs by Kesha
Description
A mixture of glitter, chaos and the certainty that morning is somewhere later. The music hits you right in the heels, while the world outside the window pretends not to hear how everything inside vibrates in time. The air smells of hairspray, lemon from a cocktail and promises that no one is going to keep.
It's simple: life flickers like a phone screen at 3:47 a.m., and the hands of the clock are just decoration. No one is looking for meaning here; it dissolves into bass and loud laughter. And if the universe suddenly collapses, let it do so to a good beat, with glitter in your hair and one last ‘whoa-oh’ on your lips.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P. Diddy (ayy, what up, girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (let's go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back
I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes
Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones, phones
Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs
Pullin' up to the parties, tryna get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
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 linin' up 'cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talkin' 'bout everybody gettin' crunk (crunk)
Boys try to touch my junk (junk)
Gonna smack him if he gettin' 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 (dow-)
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
(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 (oh, oh, oh)
(DJ), you build me up, you break me down
My heart, it pounds, yeah, you got me (oh, oh, oh)
With my hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
English translation
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P. Diddy (ayy, what up, girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (let's go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back
I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes
Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones, phones
Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs
Pullin' up to the parties, tryna get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
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 linin' up 'cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talkin' 'bout everybody gettin' crunk (crunk)
Boys try to touch my junk (junk)
Gonna smack him if he gettin' 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 (dow-)
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
(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 (oh, oh, oh)
(DJ), you build me up, you break me down
My heart, it pounds, yeah, you got me (oh, oh, oh)
With my hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Oh-whoa, whoa-oh (oh), oh-whoa, whoa-oh