F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correctly
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correct
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correctly
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correct
We shake the ground with the sound and take off like a missile
I got this fever for the flavor of anything and disco
And when it goes down, it goes down, I should warn ya
'Cause we won't quit, 'til there's a snow day in California
Now throw up your hands like, whoa
And if you do what you can then
If you want to then just let go
If you wanna let go
Stop holding on to what you used to be
'Cause yesterday's are no use to me
Let go
If you wanna let go
Just step up and bring it, don't rethink it
Just put your hands in the air and sing it
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correctly
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correct
We shake the room with the boom, it gets so loud it ain't right
We'll throw it down like surround and make ya hit the break lights
In the end though, I keep my eyes on crescendo
While these cats try to play me out like Nintendo
Now throw up your hands like, whoa
And if you do what you can then
If you want to then just let go
If you wanna let go
Stop holding on to what you used to be
'Cause yesterday's are no use to me
Let go
If you wanna let go
Just step up and bring it, don't rethink it
Just put your hands in the air and sing it
Throw up your hands like
And if you do what you can then
Throw up your hands like
And if you do what you can then
Throw up your hands like, whoa
And if you do what you can then, whoa
Throw up your hands like, whoa
And if you do what you can then, whoa
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correctly
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correct
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it when we do it correctly
F-m-s-t-a-t-i-c
That's the way we do it
If you want to than just let go
If you wanna let go
Stop holdin' on to what you used to be
'Cause yesterday's are no use to me
Let go
If you wanna let go
Just step up and bring it, don't rethink it
Just put your hands in the air and sing it
F.M.S.T.A.T.I.C. was written by Steve Augustine & Trevor McNevan & F.M. Static.
F.M.S.T.A.T.I.C. was produced by Aaron Sprinkle & Trevor McNevan.