Tekst piosenki
You wanna talk about Madonna and Charli?
Talk about, talk about, talk about
Talk about, talk about, talk about (Yeah)
You got something you wanna talk about?
I get off the train, Hackney Wick
I'm sweet fifteen in a weird outfit
Got invited to perform at this party through Myspace
First time ever at a party in London
I'm kinda nervous, kinda scared
On a makeshift stage playing songs from my iPod
Met a band called Le Couteau Jaune
Yeah, I been doing this shit since 2007
Wait backstage, get into my car
Drive to the disco, have a drink at the bar
People, they might talk about us, yeah
I don't care
It's not what I say, it's not what I do
It's how my body language talks to you
I just want to lose myself in the groove
Get over here
Everybody get up and dance
Yeah, come on
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance
Yeah, come on
You wanna talk about Madonna and Charli
Everybody get up and dance
You wanna talk about Madonna and Charli
I get off the train, four, five, six
Walk to the club, don't wait for shit
Meet this boy named Martin Burgoyne
He's my best friend, he's my boytoy
We see the line, it's way too long
Cut to the front, there's Haoui Montaug
Waves us in, no entiendes
I'm not sure you'll understand this
Switch up to 2015
Linked up with A.G. and Sophie
Took a flight to L.A.
Where PC music did Pop City
This new place has a lot of new things
Different DJs, flavored cocaine
Found myself through the songs I wrote
And the songs I wrote are how we start the party
I just want to lose myself in the groove
I just want to lose myself in the groove
I just want to lose myself in the groove
Get over here
Everybody get up and dance
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance
You wanna talk about Madonna and Charli
Everybody get up and dance
This is how we start the party
There's Fab Five Freddy and Basquiat
Keith Haring and Kenny Scharf
Everyone came from Shafrazi
Sha-fra-zi to the beat
There's Maripol and a guy named Fred
See these guys spinning on their head
There's Rock Steady Crew and Crazy Legs
Puerto Rican boys, they make me crazy (Yeah)
They make me crazy
Lower Eastside, take a walk on the wild side
You wanna talk about Madonna and Charli
Let's take it to the Eastside, baby
Everybody get up and dance
Madonna and Charli
Madonna and Charli
Madonna and Charli
Everyone here is a work of art
Everyone here is a work of art
Everyone here is a work of art
Work of art
Work of art
Work of art
Work of art
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance
