Spiked Punch
¡Mayday! & Murs Lyrics


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Somebody put a lil' bit of that alcohol
In my little red cup and we can drink it all
Motherfucker this that heat this that panama
Y'all boys wanna single I'm the catalog
I'm like new year shots
And Doughnuts in the parking lot
And good pot when my music drop
Even If I wanted couldn't ever stop
Hold up my brother someone Spiked the motts

We got Bloods and Crips
In the parking lot
Somebody talking too much so he might get shot
This nigga play too much
And he say too much
He from whoopty whoop
And he from such and such
I'm like what the fuck
Can we all just chill
Before I make phone call and this shit get real
Matter fact fuck the phone call this ain't '06
I'm bout to knock you out on some old school shit

And this a total mix of bi-coastal spit
Murs mayday mayday Murs what a loco fit
I got shade in the distance sun on my back
But I keep running for the ones who feeling under attack
Had a late night convo up with Nick Carter
Went to sleep awake now I feel a bit smarter
Ladies in the front keeping us a bit harder
The Punch bowl filled with the smiles of a martyr

What you think a part of
A world full of honors
A planet for the bombers
Or everybody heading out to light up they ganja
I got a crew over yonder
That wanna make world wonders
We here to party all summer
And spike every bowl with the love down under

All I see is pussy prada whole lotta colada
Spiked Punch
Show me love up in the club gotta show a little love to the ones
That I love
Spiked Punch
Give me love up in the club gotta give a little love
To the ones that I love
Spiked Punch
Where the love up in the club gotta get a little love from the ones that I love
Spiked Punch
Give me drugs up in the club gotta get a little buzzed with the ones that I love

I ain't bout no second guessing
Broke the watch on my wrist I ain't stressing
Cash on the beat cause it sound expensive
When I see what I want I ain't apprehensive
Club full of thugs trying release tension
A couple bad bitties trying gimme affection
Murs in the studio giving us lessons
Over shots of tequila makin' shit infectious

What the fuck is bachata
What's up with arata
Arata arato
What's up with my vatos
De Los east Los
No mismo
I'm not from the east coast
Bout bail to the store for a bolsa of Fritos
Fritos fritas
What's up with the chicas
What's up with your homegirl
Esta la Bonita
She looking at me crazy
I might get her pregnant
I'm way too turnt so
I gotta About to let wreck in

And I get extra questions where the hell Plex been
Are y'all really techs friends
Can you get guests in
I don't need a job so this interviews over
Came to pop lock it 'til the profit is so sure
Then get the closure feeling oh so sore
From running round the planet doing damage with no cure
Gimme gimme horns and confetti galore
Grabbing everything in sight and we ready for more

All I see is pussy prada whole lotta colada
Spiked Punch
Show me love up in the club gotta show a little love to the ones
That I love
Spiked Punch
Give me love up in the club gotta give a little love
To the ones that I love
Spiked Punch
Where the love up in the club gotta get a little love from the ones that I love




Spiked Punch
Give me drugs up in the club gotta get a little buzzed with the ones that I love

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Spiked Punch" by ¡Mayday! & Murs is a fun party track about the group's escapades in the club. The song talks about someone slipping alcohol into the singer's drink and how they are going to drink all of it without any worries. The song takes the listener through a journey of getting high on pot and booze, engaging in a friendly fight with the brothers, and partying with a group of people who want to make world wonders. The lyrics are a mix of confidence, swagger, and fun, and it encapsulates the vibe of partying.


The lyrics also talk about the group getting involved with a bunch of Bloods and Crips in the parking lot, where someone is talking too much and might get shot. The singer encourages everyone to chill and party instead of getting violent. In the second verse, Murs talks about sitting with Nick Carter and learning a thing or two, while the ladies in the front keep them feeling harder. There is also a third verse, where Cash, the producer, talks about being in the club, grabbing everything in sight and being ready for more.


Overall, "Spiked Punch" is a song about having fun and partying without any worries while getting lost in the music, enjoying the drinks and the company of the people around.


Line by Line Meaning

Somebody put a lil' bit of that alcohol
Someone added a small amount of alcohol


In my little red cup and we can drink it all
In my small red cup, we can finish all the alcohol


Motherfucker this that heat this that panama
This song is hot, it's like Panama


Y'all boys wanna single I'm the catalog
If you want a hit song, I have plenty of options


I'm like new year shots
I'm like the excitement of New Year's Eve shots


And Doughnuts in the parking lot
I like hanging out and eating donuts in the parking lot


And good pot when my music drop
I like smoking good weed when my music is playing


Even If I wanted couldn't ever stop
I can never stop the love I have for my music


Hold up my brother someone Spiked the motts
Wait a minute, someone spiked the juice


We got Bloods and Crips
There are gang members in the parking lot


In the parking lot
In the parking lot


Somebody talking too much so he might get shot
Someone is talking too much and may get shot


This nigga play too much
This guy is always joking around


And he say too much
And he talks too much


He from whoopty whoop
He's from some unknown place


And he from such and such
And he's from another unknown place


I'm like what the fuck
I'm thinking, what the hell?


Can we all just chill
Can we all just relax for a second?


Before I make phone call and this shit get real
Before I have to call someone and make this situation serious


Matter fact fuck the phone call this ain’t ‘06
Actually, forget the phone call, this isn't 2006


I’m bout to knock you out on some old school shit
I'm about to punch you like in the old days


And this a total mix of bi-coastal spit
This song is a mix of the East and West coast styles of rap


Murs mayday mayday Murs what a loco fit
Murs is going crazy on the beat


I got shade in the distance sun on my back
I have some problems, but good things are also happening to me


But I keep running for the ones who feeling under attack
I keep going for those who are feeling attacked and need support


Had a late night convo up with Nick Carter
I had a conversation with Nick Carter late at night


Went to sleep awake now I feel a bit smarter
I went to bed, now I'm awake and feeling smarter


Ladies in the front keeping us a bit harder
The ladies in the front row are keeping us very excited


The Punch bowl filled with the smiles of a martyr
The punch bowl is filled with happiness from someone who made sacrifices


What you think a part of
Are you a part of


A world full of honors
A world full of honorable people


A planet for the bombers
A world for those who make bombs


Or everybody heading out to light up they ganja
Or people who are smoking weed together


I got a crew over yonder
I have a group of people over there


That wanna make world wonders
They want to create amazing things


We here to party all summer
We're here to have fun all summer long


And spike every bowl with the love down under
And add some love to everything we do


I ain't bout no second guessing
I'm not into second guessing


Broke the watch on my wrist I ain't stressing
I broke my watch, but I'm not worried


Cash on the beat cause it sound expensive
The beat sounds expensive because I spent a lot on it


When I see what I want I ain't apprehensive
When I know what I want, I'm not hesitant


Club full of thugs trying release tension
The club is full of violent people trying to relieve stress


A couple bad bitties trying gimme affection
Some attractive women are giving me attention


Murs in the studio giving us lessons
Murs is teaching us in the studio


Over shots of tequila makin' shit infectious
Drinking tequila and making everything contagious


What the fuck is bachata
What the hell is bachata music?


What's up with arata
What's going on with this situation?


Arata arato
I'm not even sure what's going on anymore


What's up with my vatos
What's going on with my homies?


De Los east Los
From East LA


No mismo
No, it's not the same


I'm not from the east coast
I'm not from the East coast


Bout bail to the store for a bolsa of Fritos
I'm thinking about going to the store to buy a bag of Fritos


Fritos fritas
Fried Fritos


What's up with the chicas
What's going on with the girls?


What's up with your homegirl
What's going on with your female friend?


Esta la Bonita
She's beautiful


She looking at me crazy
She's looking at me like I'm crazy


I might get her pregnant
I might have sex with her and she might get pregnant


I'm way too turnt so
I'm too drunk, so


I gotta About to let wreck in
I'm going to let myself go wild


And I get extra questions where the hell Plex been
People are asking me where Plex has been


Are y'all really techs friends
Are you and Tech really friends?


Can you get guests in
Can you get some guests to join us?


I don't need a job so this interviews over
I don't need a job, so this interview is done


Came to pop lock it 'til the profit is so sure
I came here to dance until we make a lot of money


Then get the closure feeling oh so sore
Then get the closure feeling very tired


From running round the planet doing damage with no cure
From travelling the world and leaving damage with no way to fix it


Gimme gimme horns and confetti galore
Give me lots of horns and confetti


Grabbing everything in sight and we ready for more
We're taking everything we can see and we want more


All I see is pussy prada whole lotta colada
All I see is women, fancy clothes, and lots of cocktails


Show me love up in the club gotta show a little love to the ones
I want people in the club to show love to their friends


That I love
That I love


Give me love up in the club gotta give a little love
I want to feel love in the club from my friends


To the ones that I love
To the ones that I love


Where the love up in the club gotta get a little love from the ones that I love
I need some love in the club from my friends


Give me drugs up in the club gotta get a little buzzed with the ones that I love
I want to get high in the club with my friends




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Comments from YouTube:

@OsKarMike1306

Love that Plex cameo lol

@DaneFranceMorrell

Good shit MAYDAY!!! Still supporting all the way from New Zealand

@NickBee

MURSDAY is amazing

@hoffmanndieter1

damn guys
we need a second album of this combination

@District62

my drinking song right hereee!

@varsensasumori1864

Love how plex shows up just to shrug his shoulders lol

@Reego82

This is a summer album, a feel good album, cant wait for the tour

@word2yermutha

Needs more cow bell

@fusionDX

MURSDAY is a dope album. The sound will get you up.

@disgruntledenlisted8486

I love what tech has made...

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