Count Down With Me

. Five, four. Hands up and hit the floor.

Three, two. New year, brand new. Slid around the

kitchen tile. Plastic cups, crooked smile. Friends are buzzing by the door.

Coats piled high, shoes on the floor. Phone's blowing up, you hear it

yet? Uber's late, but the vibe's set. You walking in

that wild jacket. Every eye just snaps like magnets. Heart beating to the base,

I feel it. Every little second, we'll steal it. Pull me through the crowd,

don't lose me. Tonight we rewrite the movie. Count down with me.