Bro Up

See a girl after the party, and she's making me rush

It's not every night she looks like your celebrity crush

She's walking with her friends, and she's so in the zone

Takes her seat next to the street and taps along on her phone

I'm trying to get my bros to notice 'cause I won't go alone

Plus I've been gone the whole summer and I'm finally home

But no-one else is making moves, I'm king of the floor

I tried to get my friend to help, he said man, go, I said no

I come home like I guess I did it right then

Never think if I had talked, how would the night been?

Like I was never one to get it on the first time

Except that first night and the third night, well, they're worse lies