Raising Hell

[Intro: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Let's go.

[Verse 1: Kesha]
Hallelujah
I'm still here, still bringing it to ya
Ohm like Buddha
Good girls know how to get hard too, ya.

[Pre-Chorus: Kesha]
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
No one can shame 'cause I love this dress
Hungover, how'd it go? Holy mess
Doin' my best, bitch, I'm blessed.

[Chorus: Kesha]
Oh, if you couldn't tell
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help
Singing oh, mama raised me well
But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raising hell (Get in)

[Post-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia, Big Freedia & Kesha]
Get it
Drop it down low, hit it, hit the pole with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (Get it)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low
Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it.

[Verse 2: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Hands up, witness
Solo cup for the holy spirits
Something wicked (Ooh)
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (Brrah)

[Pre-Chorus Kesha & Big Freedia]
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
No one can shame 'cause I love this dress (Ooh)
Only God can judge this holy mess (Ah, ah)
Bitch, I'm blessed.

[Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Oh, if you couldn't tell (Oh well)
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help
Singing oh, mama raised me well (Uh huh)
But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raising hell (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia, Big Freedia & Kesha]
Get it
Drop it down low, hit it, hit the pole with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (Get it)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low
Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it.

[Interlude: Kesha & Big Freedia, Big Freedia]
Ladies and gentlemen (Oh shit)
Let's shake what the good Lord gave us (Oh yes, baby)
Come on, let's go.

[Bridge: Kesha, Big Freedia & Both]
Aw dang, this that shit (Uh huh)
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Oh dang, this that shit
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Aw dang, this that shit
Beat like this, haters, suck my ooh
Woo, Lord, feeling it
Beat like this, make me feel that power.

[Chorus: Kesha]
Oh, if you couldn't tell
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help
Singing oh, mama raised me well
But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raising hell.

[Outro: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Can I get an amen? (Ha)
This is for the misfits of creation (Ha)
Take this as your holy validation (Let's go now, come on)
You don't need to have your celebratin'
This is our salvation.