[Intro] Well alright Who let me make the playlist? Somebody hide my car keys And turn that thing up [Verse 1] Walked in clean with a questionable plan Left with a grin and a drink in my hand Talked real smooth till I tripped on a chair Got right back up like I meant to go there Got a quick little mouth and a slow little wink Got a talent for trouble before I can think My reflection said, boy, you are pushing your luck I said, looking this good, I don't give a damn much [Pre Chorus] One more minute One more round Feel that low end shaking the ground One more smile One more spin I know damn well I'm doing it again [Chorus] Pocket full of bad decisions Big old grin and no permission Kick that beat and let me loose I came to dance, not to make excuses Pocket full of bad decisions Whole room caught that same condition If good sense comes looking for me Tell it I'm busy making history [Verse 2] I got a rhythm with a crooked little grin Bassline talking and the trouble rolls in My boots hit twice then my shoulders reply Even the quiet ones are giving it a try Talk like a preacher with a pool hall drawl Trip on a punchline and still charm them all I don't need a plan when the pocket feels right Just a little more bounce and a whole lot of night [Pre Chorus] One more minute One more round Feel that low end shaking the ground One more smile One more spin I know damn well I'm doing it again [Chorus] Pocket full of bad decisions Big old grin and no permission Kick that beat and let me loose I came to dance, not to make excuses Pocket full of bad decisions Whole room caught that same condition If good sense comes looking for me Tell it I'm busy making history [Breakdown] Wait a second Hold that beat Let the bass talk underneath One sharp clap One sly grin Now bring that crooked rhythm in [Bridge] I made mistakes I won't deny Got a few more waiting down the line But if this beat gives me one more chance I'll spend that chance on another dance [Final Chorus] Pocket full of bad decisions Big old grin and no permission Kick that beat and let me loose I came to dance, not to make excuses Pocket full of bad decisions Whole room caught that same condition If good sense comes looking for me Tell it I'm busy making history [Outro] Check my pockets Check my shoes Nothing left but a hell of a groove
