Maximum Ultra

You'll remember where you were
When you heard, so pour a glass
Of hearty words, on the rocks, with a stir

Hold up dear, the rhythm that you need is right here so
Turn up, the rhythm that you need is

Fuck what you're told, forget what they say
I've got that god damn, I've got that groove for days
Fuck what you're told
I've got that god damn, I've got that groove for days

How ya' treated, by what you're playing
Can't be proceeded without reputation
So leave the sermons of heavy sighs
Join the ride