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Turn It Up (Letra)

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I can tear the whole world down
I can tear the whole world down
I guess it’s bad enough I’m drinking til I smile
I can tear the whole world down
I can tear the whole world down
I guess it’s sad enough I’m thinking of your child

I can tell her, I could tell her that you said you loved me
I can tell her that you’re so unhappy
Instead I’m sipping till I’m empty
Empty, I’m sipping til I’m empty
I can tell her everything you told me
I can make her feel just like me
Instead I’m sipping till I’m empty
Empty, I’m sipping til I’m empty

Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Buy another round
Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Shots all around
Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Buy another round
Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Shots going down

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

I can tell the whole world now
I can tell the whole world now
That I had no idea that you were loving her,
I should tell your old girl now
I should tell your old girl now
Just to let her know how bad it’s gonna hurt
(And you know it’s gonna hurt so bad)

I can tell her, I could tell her that you said you loved me
I can tell her that you’re so unhappy
Instead I’m sipping till I’m empty
Empty, I’m sipping til I’m empty
I can tell her everything you told me
I can make her feel just like me
Instead I’m sipping till I’m empty
Empty, I’m sipping til I’m empty

Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Buy another round
Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Shots all around
Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Buy another round
Turn it up…
Turn it up now
Shots going down

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

What goes around, comes around, goes around
Buy another round, buy another round
What goes around, comes around, goes around
Buy another round, buy another round
What goes around, comes around, goes around
Buy another round, buy another round
What goes around, comes around, goes around
Buy another round, buy another round

Turn it up…
Turn it up…
Turn it up now, shots all around
Turn it up…
Turn it up
Turn it up now, shots going down

Turn it up… turn it, turn it up
Turn it up now, buy another round
Turn it up… turn it, turn it up
Turn it up now, shots going down

Turn it up… turn it, turn it up
Turn it up now, buy another round
Turn it up… turn it, turn it up
Turn it up now, shots going down

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Turn It Up (Letra)

Ciara

Ciara Part. Usher

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Yeah
Yeah, yeah

It’s home, we’re all right here. A time
I like this. You know I like this
Cc, Usher baby

I want it hot, I want it loud
Make it loud, make it loud
Make it boom boom; m-m-make it boom boom
The speakers loud, making rumble
Turn this club into a jung
Turn-turn this club into a jung
T-turn this club into a jungle, jungle

And everybody knows it’s on tonight
Beat’s like it’s strong, it feels so right
Feel like I’m alone here in a crowd
just me and my song

Let’s bring ‘em down
I love it loud, can you turn it up?
Hey, hey
Those speakers out, will we turn it up?
Hey, hey
Turn it so loud, you can raise the dead
Hey, hey
Brings them out of the grave

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, up, up. Turn it up, up, up

Oh Usher, baby
Put it up, turn it up
Let go, I know you want to
I want to see you move it, move it
Take it up, shake it up
I kill my-myself, my want you
That-that booty on me, on me, me

Ohh
Everybody know what’s on tonight
The beats like it’s strong, it feels so right
Feel like I’m alone here in this crowd
Just me and my song

Let’s bring it up (turn it up)
I love it loud, can you turn it up?
Hey, hey
Those speakers sound when we turn it up
(Turn me up)
Turn it so loud, we can raise the dead
(Raise the dead)
Brings them out of the grave

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, up, up. Turn it up, up, up

I turn it up to the beat track
I make it hot like a beat track, y’all
You see that booty she movin’
I like the way when you mouth try

OOh don’t stop, stop, keep it up
I like I’m falling in love
I’m getting ready slow down

I love it loud, can you turn it up?
Hey, hey

Those speakers sound when we turn it up
(I love this music loud, baby.)
Turn it so loud we can raise the dead
Hey, hey
Raise them out of the grave

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Oh let’s turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up
Turn it up, up, up. Turn it up, up, up

(Yeah man)

Turn It Up (Letra)

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

Louder, louder

Louder, louder

Louder, louder

Watch your ears, we’re gonna drop the bomb
Plug it in, turn it on, turn it up, come on
Yo Greg, put us in the red, shake a leg
Cause we gotta get it loud enough to wake the dead
Even in a library or an old folks home
We raise the low tone till the speaker’s blown
Overloaded to the max, song one to the final track
On ten and eleven is a spinal tap
When you rock just let the fiber optics
Pound so they can knock you down like drop kicks
Your head spinnin, your heartbeat’s irregular
Eardrums ringin, so words don’t register
It’s not classical, jazz or easy listening
This one is to be blasted like nitroglycerine
Don’t be a shamed, let the bass sustain
Then press the ? till people complain

We gonna..
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up

Louder, louder

Louder, louder

Louder, louder

(And I like it, and I like it)
(Louder and watch your watts explode)
(Turn your radio up loud)

Now there’s only way to play it, that’s (louder)
Loud enough to turn your brain to clam chowder
We find levels that others overlook
To push and make the system overcook
I had a heavy metal neighbor, it used to be torture
My mother told him turn it down but he just ignored her
So I turned our speakers till they cornered his house
Turn it up to ten and now he’s movin out
When I’m in my room I pump the volume
And play it so loud you can hear it on the moon
See, my sound system is world renowned
Until the cops come around, then I turn it down
Cool, it’s okay, go ‘head and press play
He gave his little speech, now he’s drivin away
When the people next door say they heard enough
Pretend you didn’t catch that, turn it up

We gonna..
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up

Louder, louder

Louder, louder

Louder, louder

LOUDER

(And I like it, and I like it)
(Loud music for your neighbors)
(Turn your radio up loud)
(And I like it, and I like it)
(The music comes on, strong, slammin)
(Turn your radio up loud)

Turn It Up (Letra)

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Turn it up, turn it so loud
It don’t ever stop
No no no no
Turn it up, makes me so proud
I believe in this feeling

Well you’ve lost all the things
That sharing could bring
Thought you were doing right
But violence and flames
And torches and chains
Are fuelling
These new northern lights
Like prisoners working
On infertile land
Took eight years
To find out the score
If you’re sick then you’re lonely
Out of work then you’re hungry
The sentence is four years more

Turn it up, turn it so loud
It don’t ever stop
No no no no
Turn it up, makes me so proud
I believe in this feeling
Turn it up, turn it up
Right up, right up

Who says poverty and race
Can be kept in their place
By keeping it
All underground
And ruling the country
Are unfaithful husbands
Who spank little boys
Gagged and bound
There’s got to be a better way
For you and for me
To turn this hypocrisy round
The growth of a nation
Cannot be achieved
By keeping
The downtrodden down

Turn it up, turn it so loud
It don’t ever stop
No no no no
Turn it up, makes me so proud
I believe in this feeling
Turn it up, turn it up
Right up, right up

Turn It Up (Letra)

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Patienly the white moon waits
And the day starts to fade
Hey dolls & clowns the night comes down
To see your iced smile
That will fuse at dawn

Watching how the people crawl
Through the night’s dusty road
Their hungry souls just can’t wait
Feed it with music
Before it is too late

Come on honey, let’s go out
But first, where’s “Black and Blue”?
I wanna hear it loud!!!

Please, please turn it up
Electric smiles slide through my veins
When I hear this song

It’s Friday night
A fleeting time
But endless summer in my mind

Walkin’ like a (beatnick cat
Bird & Dizz howl in my head
I let them guide my Be bop steps
Below the street lights
A rhythm steals my legs

Sly Stone’s shaking this place
And all the girls move their hips
When Larry plays the bass

There’s a shine between the clouds
When you hear “There’s a light…
…that never goes out

Turn It Up (Letra)

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Whoo, yeah, turn it up
Alchemist, you know what to do
Bump that, turn it up, whoo
Crazy daddy

[Sheek Louch]
A’yo, y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me, my flow’s nuclear
Fuck for the month I want the verse of the year
I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair
Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar
Naw, I ain’t the new millennium raw, Kool G. or K.R.
I’m just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC
Don’t get it twis’, don’t get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch
Cause I ain’t got time, I’m not near rich
We could let it drop or we could let it pop
Make your decision ‘fore I make my incision
Head on collision, head-body division
Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin pigeon
Take that to your grave, y’all niggaz behave

[Chorus]
Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up
We got it poppin, turn it up
We comin for y’all, turn it up
Niggaz they droppin, turn it up
We got the streets locked, turn it up
If it’s beef let your heat cock, turn it up
Welcome to D-Block, turn it up
Cause we don’t fuck around

[Sheek Louch]
What, that nigga Sheek is the truth
You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth
Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof
Presto magic, like where did his chest go?
Think not homie, got a ziploc on me
Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my dickie
Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended
Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rented
I’m a general, I stepped up from a liutenant
This is D-Block, join us, don’t get offended
Cause I ain’t lettin up and you ain’t lettin off
Plus I already know that most of y’all is soft
The hood love me, put it in the air for me
And boy cop mixtapes if they don’t hear from me
Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy
I’m too smart on the streets you fuckin dummy

[Chorus]

[Sheek Louch]
A’yo, real niggaz relate to me
Jealous niggaz can’t wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through me
Don’t miss cause it’s uh-oh like Lumi
Sun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomy
I bail it all to you, I give you my life
I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife
I’m takin it there, even if they give me the chair
I’m blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear
My fist stuck screamin black power
I ain’t gon lie, that shit could wash off in the shower
Cause I don’t care what color you are
Nigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car
I’m not a star
I’m a nigga that’ll issue the star
I’m that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the bar
Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook
A’yo Alchemist, bring in the hook
Let’s go

[Chorus]

Turn It Up (Letra)

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I listen to my radio
I’m waiting for that song to play
I wonder what you’re gonna do
Am i going to hear that song today
Cause i’m counting every second
Till i can sing along
But the line is always busy
And you’re not playing the song
Can’t you see i’m waiting here for you

Cause i need to hear it
Though i don’t know why
To lift up my spirits
And bring a tear right to my eye

[chorus]:
I turn it up
When i hear that song
I turn it up
And i sing along
Got to hear that song again dj
I turn it up
When i hear that song
I turn it up
And i sing along
Got to hear my favorite song again today

You do what you want to do
You say what you want to say
The choice is always up to you
To play what you want to play
So come on mr. dj and play us a song
The one that makes us smile and makes us sing along
Can’t you see i’m calling out to you

Cause i need to hear it
Though i don’t know why
To lift up my spirits
And bring tear right to my eye

(repeat chorus)

Is there nothing i can do
I’ve been waiting here so long
The choice is up to you
Won’t you give that song a play
Cause i got to hear it
And i need to hear it
Yeah i need to hear it again

(repeat chorus)

I turn it up
I need to hear that song
I turn it up
I need to hear that song
I turn it up
I need to hear that song again today
Oh yeah
I turn it up

Turn It Up (Letra)

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Feat/Swizz Beatz

[Mya]
Uh, uh
Come on, come on, come on
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ooh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Come on, come on, come on
(Turn it up, turn it up)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Come on, come on, come on
(Turn it up, turn it up)

[Mya] (Swizz Beatz)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
(You need to)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
(Louder)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
(Feel it, feel it)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
(Yeah)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
(Mya)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
(Feel it, feel it)
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
(Can you feel it)

Turn It Up (Letra)

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Artist: Brandy
Album: Afrodisiac
Song: Turn It Up

Lyrics :

[Verse 1:]
Give me a sour power
I’ma need a sponge roller and some sweet pajamas
Give me some Donnie Simpson
On Video Soul where I got my first attention
‘Cause I don’t wanna sound familiar
Want a guaranteed single, not an album filler
Give me some 90’s music
I want Timbaland on it, I know he can do it

[Chorus:]
All my people they hear this and be askin’ ‘what?’
Brandy on the radio, turn it up!
Timbaland, you know how to bang the club
Give my people something to shake their butts
All my people they hear this and be askin’ ‘what?’
Brandy on the radio, turn it up!
Timbaland, you know how to bang the clubs
Give my people something to shake their butts

It’s something big!

[Verse 2:]
The Kid n’ Play reunion
Give me House Party, give me House of Music
Yup, gimme 92 and
lemme do my thing on it so they won’t refuse it
Make it hot, get Babygirl’s attention
She’s more than a woman and we sure do miss her
I wanna represent her
Timabaland, Missy, you get the picture

Give it up, we gon’ show you how we party
Give it up, we gon’ show you how we party
Give it up, we gon’ show you how we party
Give it up, we gon’ show you how we party

[Chorus:]
All my people they hear this and be askin’ ‘what?’
Brandy on the radio, turn it up!
Timbaland, you know how to bang the clubs
Give my people something to shake their butts
All my people they hear this and be askin’ ‘what?’
Brandy on the radio, turn it up!
Timbaland, you know how to bang the clubs
Give my people something to shake their butts

[Bridge:]
Bang this joint for all the clubs
All my people, all my folks
Hit the streets and tell your friends
Your girl Brandy is back again
Is everybody ready?
Here I come
Is everybody ready?
It’s been long enough
Is everybody ready?
I’m overdue
Is everybody ready?
Here for you

[Chorus:]
All my people they hear this and be askin’ ‘what?’
Brandy on the radio, turn it up!
Timbaland, you know how to bang the clubs
Give my people something to shake their butts
All my people they hear this and be askin’ ‘what?’
Brandy on the radio, turn it up!
Timbaland, you know how to bang the clubs
Give my people something to shake their butts

Give me a sour power
I’ma need a sponge roller and some sweet pajamas
Give me some Donnie Simpson
On Video Soul where I got my first attention
Give me a sour power
I’ma need a sponge roller and some sweet pajamas
Give me some Donnie Simpson
On Video Soul where I got my first attention

Give me some 90’s music
I want Timbaland on it, I know he can do it
Give me some 90’s music
I want Timbaland on it, I know he can do it
Give me some 90’s music
I want Timbaland on it, I know he can do it
Give me some 90’s music
I want Timbaland on it, I know he can do it

Give me some 90’s music
I want Timbaland on it, I know he can do it

Turn It Up (Letra)

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[bairnson]

It’s no good believing in somebody else
If you can’t believe in yourself
You give them the reason to take all the power and wealth
It’s no good you trying to sit on the fence
And hope that the trouble will pass
‘cause sitting on fenses can make you a pain in the ass

If there’s something you find to believe in
Then the message must get through
So don’t just sit in silence
When you know what to do

Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder
Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder

There’s no conversation if nobody speaks
And nothing gets done in the end
There’s no confrontation when fantasy makes you its friend
So much injustice, too many lies
We don’t have to look very far
But nothing will change if we leave things the way that they are

If there’s something you find to believe in
Then the message must get through
So don’t just sit in silence
When you know what to do

Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder
Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder

Turn It Up (Letra)

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[bairnson]

It’s no good believing in somebody else
If you can’t believe in yourself
You give them the reason to take all the power and wealth
It’s no good you trying to sit on the fence
And hope that the trouble will pass
‘cause sitting on fenses can make you a pain in the ass

If there’s something you find to believe in
Then the message must get through
So don’t just sit in silence
When you know what to do

Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder
Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder

There’s no conversation if nobody speaks
And nothing gets done in the end
There’s no confrontation when fantasy makes you its friend
So much injustice, too many lies
We don’t have to look very far
But nothing will change if we leave things the way that they are

If there’s something you find to believe in
Then the message must get through
So don’t just sit in silence
When you know what to do

Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder
Turn it up. turn it up, make it louder

Turn It Up (Letra)

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Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)

Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all
Sometimes you get too much, some days it all gets too much

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, why do you turn your back on me?

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)

Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all
Some days you do too much, some days it all gets too much

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4)

Turn It Up (Letra)

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Verse 1:

We grind ya’ll
Bounce back, open your mind ya’ll
Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline
Ya’ll know the time
Hey yo feel the base line
Stack the overdrive
Bounce, baby feel the incline
So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
The wicked knew the dime
Makin ya’ll press rewind
Hope you feelin fine
Watch me combine and intertwine
The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line
Shine a nickel nine
On all kinds of little swine
Stick the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S’s
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no time for second guesses
Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses
Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness’s
Shit blazin so hot DJ’s scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby *chorus comes in*

Chorus:

Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just
Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby
(repeat first three lines, finish with ‘Turn it up’)

Verse 2:

Yo, word is bond
Baby let’s get it on
I never say it wrong
Yo baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron
Got the mega song
Sweet like honey chicken dijon
Movin along
Yo, honey body look real strong
Watch your ass swing
Hangin like a medallion
Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor
What you askin for?
Relax, I’m bout to give you some more
Where the liquor store?
Hit you with some more metaphor
The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before
Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet
Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck
Yo we play to win
Such a shame, shit is a sin
So hot baby body heat bubble your skin
Everytime I flow speak
I caress the whole beach
Just like the body guard Les straight walkin the street
We get down

Chorus

Verse Three:

Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave
A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
I’mport my cheese stack by the castros
Make clothes
Or stay fly a chase hoes
Equatorians soft lips and straight nose
Makin dough
When we rippin the paid show
Get the money and dip, we in the Range Rove
Now we makin grands
We name brand
We make plans, change plans
Then we expand across land
Do it properly
Yo, I said open sesame
The recipe, be the hot shit, it’s got to be
Yo, landscape
We arrange a whole shape
Rock the fly tape
Then I continue to skyscrape
Like blah!!!!!!!!!!!
So hot

Chorus

Turn It Up (Letra)

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The sun’s down
The night is found
I work hard for another day
It’s time to celebrate
I wouldn’t want it another way

And I live my life like
I’ve got one day
If tonight is it, then I’ll be ok
So dj won’t you play my favorite song?

I’m gonna turn it up now
Turn it up like I’ve got one day
I’m gonna turn it up now
Everybody let me hear you say
I’m gonna turn it up, up up, up

A 100k on my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
If Soulja said “let’s get it started”
I’m always going retarded
They know, my swag is so cool
Me and Wanessa we roll
A red bentley and range rolls sitting in 20 inch folls
Go on open the party
A pa-pa-pa party, they’re goin’retarded
A Soulja Boy party is a Soulja Boy party
I’m turned
I’m turned up, I’m turned up
Turn it up, to the maximum

It feels right to be alive
Let it go and dance the night away
Just love and celebrate
I wouldn’t want it any other way

And I live my life
Like I’ve got one day
If tonight is it, then I’ll be ok
So, DJ, won’t you play my favorite song?

I’m gonna turn it up now
Turn it up like I’ve got one day
I’m gonna turn it up now
Everybody let me hear you say
I’m gonna turn it up, up up, up
Gonna turn it up, up, up, up

Turned up to the max
I walk in the club wit them rex
It’s Soulja tell em
I get splashed
Rollex on my wrist
Ridin’ round thet candy paint
Bentley Wanessa we swagged out on the regular
In the club and I’m turned up
Four wheel all in Brazil this just how it is
Young Soulja worth 30 mil I’m turned
I’m turned up, I’m turned up
Turn it up, to the maximun

I’m gonna turn it up now
Turn it up like I’ve got one day
I’m gonna turn it up now
Everybody let me hear you say
I’m gonna turn it up, up up, up
Gonna turn it up, up, up, up

Turn It Up (Letra)

Blur

Blur

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Friday night and feeling alright
At the end of a long hard week
Picked her up she jumped into my truck
And slipped into the passenger seat
She said I don’t care where we go
As long as we are rocking to your radio

Turn it up, Turn it up
There ain’t no such thing as loud enough
Let’s rock, I’m ready to roll
Let’s go crazy, Turn it up

We were driving moonlight riding
Wound up down a dead end road
I was in the mood trying to make my move
I leaned over and I pulled her close
She said there is plenty of time for romance
Right now all I wanna do is dance

So turn it up, Turn it up
There ain’t no such thing as loud enough
Let’s rock, I’m ready to roll
Let’s go crazy

Cause I all I wanna do tonight is
Shout at the moon shoot out the lights
It don’t matter as long as the music’s on
She said whatever they’re playing
They’re playing our song

She said I don’t care where we go
As long as we are rocking to your radio

So turn it up, turn it up
There ain’t no such thing as loud enough
Let’s rock, I’m ready to roll
Let’s go crazy
Turn it up, Turn it up
There ain’t no such thing as loud enough
Let’s rock, I’m ready to roll
Let’s go crazy
Turn it up, Turn it up, yeah, Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn It Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

On Charley Patton highway
The mist, the rain, the mud
Somewhere east of Tunica
I’m close to giving up
The car goes round in circles
The road remains the same
For help and consolation
I’ll turn it on again
Turn it up
Turn it up

Alone with disconnection
And not a lonesome word
I reach out to the radio
And the clinically disturbed
“Give it up,” the man says
Surrender and be saved
He’ll drive away your demons
His help is on the way

Turn it up
Oh turn it up!
Ahhhhh, ahhhhh

I’m lost inside America
I’m turning inside out
I’m turning into someone else
I heard so much about
I’m blinded by the neon
The righteous and the might

I’m stuck inside the radio
Turn it on and let me out

A touch of serendipity
A little stroke of luck
The radio inside this car
Brings guidance from above
The smallest contribution
Will keep me in safe hands
I’m calling 1-800
I ain’t leaving it to chance

Turn it up
Turn it up
Ahhhhh, ahhhhh