Lyrics Jon Bellion

Jon Bellion

Halloween

One, two

One, two, three, quatro

See, I need an excuse to call a couple buddies

And you need an excuse to dress a little slutty

You could be my Nicki, we could ditch like Summer Jam

You could be my Alice, treat Manhattan like it's Wonderland

Transporter, Jason Statham, in my brother's van

Give money to the bums, I'm trick-or-treating with a couple grand

When I kick a dirty verse, get a dirty hearse

'Cause I can be October, baby, you could be the 31st

Oh, ho, ho

We'll kill the night no suspects

Oh, ho, ho

You're Marilyn and I'm James Dean

Oh, ho, ho

Dance like a stripper named Candy

Oh, ho, ho

Treat every night like it's Halloween

Go, go, yeah

You could be Rihanna, I could be the rude boy

You're the desperate housewife while I could be the pool boy

If you tryna jerk then I could be a New Boy

You could be the pitbull and I could be the chew toy, woof!

Garbage man, janitor, mop it up

I'm be Seth Rogen, I'll pretend to knock you up

Treat me like I'm King James, heat it up, Wade and 'em

Treat you like I'm Rocky, I'mma beat it up, Adrian

Oh, ho, ho

We'll kill the night no suspects

Oh, ho, ho

You're Marilyn and I'm James Dean

Oh, ho, ho

Dance like a stripper named Candy

Oh, ho, ho

Treat every night like it's Halloween

Treat every night like it's Halloween, oh, ho, ho

Treat every night like it's Halloween, oh, ho, ho

Treat every night like it's Halloween, oh, ho, ho

Oh, ho, ho

We'll kill the night no suspects

Oh, ho, ho

You're Marilyn and I'm James Dean

Oh, ho, ho

Dance like a stripper named Candy

Oh, ho, ho

Treat every night like it's Halloween