Lyrics Mayday - Alisha Pillay

Mayday

Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s about to go down
We’re gonna burn this motherfucker straight to the ground like
Mayday!
Mayday!
I like you calling out
You better hold on when the sirens sound like
Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s about to go down
We’re gonna burn this motherfucker straight to the ground like
Mayday!
Mayday!
I like you calling out
You better hold on when the sirens sound like
Tonight she gonna go in the town
We got it going on till you see the sunlight.
And the bedrooms are about to fill now
And the words on your body tonight
And I feel I count
One, two, three, four, five, six, six.
Bring me a lover,
I think we’ve got it, cool babe
Till one, two, three, four, five,
You’re it.
Somebody call the po-po-lice!
It’s gonna be a bumpy ride
Till we’re fairly on the way round.
Now we’re going straight into those eyes
Hold tight,
It’s too late to pull out.
Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s about to go down
We’re gonna burn this motherfucker straight to the ground line
Mayday!
Mayday!
I like you calling out
You better hold on when the sirens sound like
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s going down.
It’s going down.
Now baby, when there’s smoke, there’s a fire.
Me, I was thinking that’s a sticky wave blow.
And when we crash and we’re burning,
Get hight, let’s rise, fly.
And I feel I count
One, two, three, four, five, six, six.
Ring the alarm,
I think we’ve got it, cool babe
Till one, two, three, four, five,
You’re it is.
Somebody call the po-po-lice!
It’s gonna be a bumpy ride
Till we’re spiralin all the way round.
Now we’re going straight into the ride,
Hold tight,
It’s too late to pull out.
Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s about to go down We’re gonna burn this motherfucker straight to the ground
like
Mayday!
Mayday!
I like you calling out
You better hold on when the sirens sound like
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s going down.
It’s going down.
Impact is eminent,
Don’t eject
Too late for that now.
Brace yourself here it comes.
The walls are breaking around us,
The oxygen is failing on my lungs.
Somebody call 911!
Already call 911!
Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s about to go down
We’re gonna burn this motherfucker straight to the ground line
Mayday!
Mayday!
I like you calling out
You better hold on when the sirens sound like
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
It’s going down.
It’s going down.