I don't know where to go, man
I just wanna party
Flight 1983 to Istanbul, is leaving from Gate 4
London, Paris, I wanna go to Budapest
Too many countries, but, hey, I do my best
Too many flights on a fucking airplane
Too much thinking, yeah, I might go insane
Welcome to my world, take a look inside my brain
It is a sunny day, but I be dancing in the rain
I wanna go to Ireland, I wanna go to Spain
But Türkye number one, yes, Turkije nummer één
I be dancing by myself for a motherfuckin' hour
Why the people at the rave never heard about a shower?
The music is so loud, but I really want it louder
I mix the Monster Energy with the Golden Power
Your boyfriend is DJ, your boyfriend is lame
Why is everybody DJ? They all look the same
Why is everybody DJ? Huh, good question
Why we living in a DJ recession?
Push the button, play the music, do it good
Just because you can, doesn't mean that you should
Oh, look, it's a DJ with his fucking DJ group
Please somebody get the DJ out the booth
I'm a professional DJ killa'
I'm a professional DJ killa'
I'm a professional DJ killa'
I'm a professional DJ killa' (scratch it up!)
I-I-I-I'm a professional
I'm a-, I'm a-, I'm a professional
D-D-D-D-D-DJ
D-D-D-D-DJ killa'
Zo héé, ben jij de DJ?
Ze laten hier ook echt iedereen draaien, hé?
Elke boerenlul gaat mar plaatjes straan draaien
Tering wat ein kutmuziek