Jam

You said there’s a party

Starts at your apartment

Seven in the mornin’

We’re just gettin’ started

Bartered my way into staying for the weekend

You said bring my friends

You wanted to meet them

So I brang two

And one stayed on the couch

And she’s scrunching her face

Like she wants to get out

And the other’s gettin’ flirty

But she doesn’t do more

Just incase her boyfriend

Comes knocking on the door

Yeah we’re doing fine

And we’re getting hot and heavy

On the bathroom tile

Can’t get it up, no

So just take my hand

And we’ll boogie to the music

For the final jam

For the final jam, yeah

For the final jam, yeah

For the final jam, yeah

Yeah we’re doing fine

And we’re getting hot and heavy on the bathroom tile

Can’t get enough, no

So, just take my hand

And we’ll…

For the final jam, yeah

For the final jam, yeah

For the final jam, yeah