. . To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light. Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind. To the beat of the rhythm of the night,. Oh, the rhythm
. . To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light. Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind. To the beat of the rhythm of the night,. Oh, the rhythm
with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
with somebody new. Out on that floor And she's got the rhythm. And I got the blues. And she's showin' me. How much I had to lose With her every little move. She's tellin' me, "I'm over you". She's
Bài hát Chained To The Rhythm - Katy Perry, Lil Yachty. Are we crazy?. Living our lives through a lens . Trapped in our white-picket fence . Like ornaments . So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a
see you . Wanna free you with my rhythm . I know you can't get enough . I'mma turn up with my rhythm . Your body's poetry, speak to me . Won't you let me be your rhythm tonight . Move your body, move
Let the rhythm hit 'em. . I'm the arsenal. I got artillery, lyrics of ammo. Rounds of rhythm. Then I'm 'a give 'em piano. Bring a bullet-proof vest. Nothin' to ricochet. Ready to aim at the