Havana Brown.
Red One.
Miss Worldwide.
From Miami.
Morocco.
To Australia.
To the world.
Da leh.
So.
When the sun goes down,
down,
down,
down,
boy,
you afraid of the dark,
dark.
And when the lights go out,
out,
out,
out,
tell me,
do you know where to start,
start?
And when the bass gets loud,
loud,
loud,
that is when I feel apart.
And when the world sleeps out,
out,
out,
out,
the sound is the key to my heart.
I'm like random, random.
Random, random.
From the bottom of the map to the land down under.
You feel my drive,
see my vision and hear my hunger.
As my money gets older,
theirs get younger.
They sell their soul with a double nose.
I have no number, I'm Globo, baby.
For sure, baby.
Gogo, baby.
Uh-oh, baby.
No, no, baby.
Yeah, yeah, baby.
Now, tickle it, baby.
Let me tickle it, baby.
I know I'm lost.
It's gonna be hard to save me.
I'm sorry, that's how they count and raise me.
Y'all heard me right.
We run the night.
Now, * you, pay me.
Woo,
call me a zookeeper.
The night is hot, hot, hot.
Random like random, random.
Woo.
Random like random, random.
Woo.
Feel like a rush,
rush,
rush,
rushing past me all over my skin.
I can't get enough, enough, enough.
Could the beat keep pulling me in?
So high up, up, up.
Place that I've never been.
Ah, party, party all night, night, night.
Sleep all day, then do it again, again.
Woo,
honey, it's a weeb of the night.
Hot, hot, hot.
Random like random,
random.
Woo.
Random like random, random.