Turn it up
Somebody save your soul cause you've been sinning in this city I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want the good life, every good night you're a hard one to hold
Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap
Somebody save your soul cause you've been sinning in this city I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want the good life, every good night you're a hard one to hold
Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap
Every night when the stars come out
Cause I'm in need of somethin' good right now
We could be screamin' till the sun comes out
And when we wake we'd be the only sound
I get on my knees and say a prayer: James brown
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
So can I get a hand clap?
But you don't even know
