This is the ultimate Coachella Sahara Tent dance-your-face-off guilty pleasure song.
If you tried ecstasy for the first time within the last twelve months in Europe, chances are, you were listening to some version of this catchy little fucker at the time.
I’m posting it because nothing counts on leap day.
Funny how i had to train in a billionaire’s private gym to hear this original version, otherwise I would have perhaps only known Pitbull’s “Trapper Keeper’ed” version in this musical desert. Not too proud to say how much I love both.