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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elle Varner
Elle Varner
Performer
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elle Varner
Elle Varner
Composer
Andrew Wansel
Andrew Wansel
Composer
Warren Felder
Warren Felder
Composer
Ronald Colson
Ronald Colson
Composer
Stephen Mostyn
Stephen Mostyn
Composer
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Composer
Ross Vanelli
Ross Vanelli
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
If it ain't my heart gettin' stepped on, it's my feet
Ice cold as the champagne Charmaine keeps spillin' on me
DJ playin' all these love songs like I really need that
And I'm about to get so messed up, like I really need that
[Verse 3]
Someone remind me, is this a party?
Oh why?
[Verse 4]
'Cause I've been here too much, too long
I don't really wanna dance and I hate most of these songs
Plus, my feet are killin' me
I don't really wanna dance, shoulda stayed my ass at home
[Verse 5]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 6]
I'm sittin' on this couch and my cellphone checkin' your name
Driving myself bat-shit crazy, going insane
Though there's a lot of fine boys in here, still thinkin' about you
I should try to pretend that I'm happy for a minute or two
[Verse 7]
They playin' Weezy, is this a party?
Or what?
[Verse 8]
'Cause I've been here for too much, too long
I don't really wanna dance and I hate most of these songs
Plus, my feet are killing me
I don't really wanna dance, shoulda stayed my ass at home
[Verse 9]
See, I told your ass not to go to that damn party
You don't listen, now you singin' this damn sorry, song
We coulda stayed home and watched Martin
Bruh Man from the 5th floor with the milk of carton
Comin' through your window, we pillow talkin' until the morning
Hit the studio, making love, skeet and let you record it
Put it on your album, that shit'll be so retarded
Damn your pretty body, I just wanna polaroid it
Blow it up, put it on my wall so we can both enjoy it
Taking it down if my friends come over, so they don't focus on it
'Cause I'm selfish with my baby, never felt this from a lady
Got me going crazy, all them clubs janky
And you need to get back home to me
Givin' your body a massage with the cozy feet
New perfume, earlobes are sweet
Forget them ghetto ass clubs with the phony VIPs
[Verse 10]
'Cause I've been for too much, too long
I don't really wanna dance and I hate most of these songs
Plus, my feet are killing me
I don't really wanna dance, shoulda stayed my ass at home
[Verse 11]
Just stayed my ass at home
I don't really wanna dance and I hate most of these songs (I know I shoulda stayed my ass at home)
But my girls kept calling me like, "Elle, you better get your ass outta the house for a minute"
I don't really wanna dance, shoulda stayed my ass at home (No, I really wasn't with with it)
I came to this shit anyway, what can I say?
Written by: Andrew Wansel, Darold Brown, Elle Varner, Ronald Colson, Ross Vanelli, Stephen Mostyn, Warren Felder
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