Mayday - Alisha Pillay

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.