Wildboy

Gotta secret that I really, really wanna tell


Gonna spit it out, don’t wanna keep it to myself


It’s getting outta control


And I don’t think I can hold it


I don’t think I can hold it, na na na



I catch a fever when I’m bangin' on the bass line


It’s gonna shake your body, get you feelin’ so fine


It’s getting outta control


And I don’t think I can hold it, I don’t think I can hold it, na na na

I toss and turn and talk into the night I close my eyes and stare into the sky

I’m a man with a plan and I’m outta my cage

I’m a mean streets wild boy, out on the chase

I’m a wide eyed, wise guy, say what I say


Got a smile on my face and I’m ready to shake

So come on

So come on

So come on

I been thinking I should listen to my left brain


I been speeding like I’m living in the left lane


It’s getting out of control and I don't think I can hold it, na na na

I’ve always had a taste for trouble that comes my way

A little danger is something that I got to taste
It’s getting out of control

And I don't think I can hold it I don’t think I can hold it na na na