(solo) From green candies to yellow delights, Cooking up chaos on neon nights. From "ecstasy" to "oops, what a trip," We're the express with no return ticket. Grinding our teeth like a nutcracker's grin, Bass drops hard, let the madness begin. Spark up the fire, hands in the sky, One more beat and we're ready to fly. We jump! We ride! We dance all night! Strobe lights flashing, everything's bright. Sugar, sweat, confetti rain— Tomorrow's problem, tonight's insane! (Iiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnssssssaaaaaannnnnneeee) (solo) Candy chef serving beats, not cake, One more drop and the whole floor shakes. Laugh too loud, lose your shoe— If you find it... it wasn't you! (solo)
