Redfoo "Party Rock Mansion"

As I partywalked into the Party Rock Mansion, I could not help but smile. A mansion for one person is often an extravagant waste. While I did enjoy the duo's personality, and a majority of their songs moderately, at most, I do not recall LMFAO, so I brought my own grain of salt and set my expectations to low; so now with only one half, the music might be half as good, but I don't remember their music as well as some say I should, and that is only because it wasn't that memorable to me, and I say this constructively.
In spite of criticisms, from more acclaimed and credible, or at the least well known Redfoo blew open the door with "Keep Shining" and took for another fun ride on the "Party Train." I knew it could not last long, because by the third song I have had "Too Much." "Can you stop placing the song titles in the sentences? It's not clever, it's overdone!" I'm sorry, I overexerted my hopes and decided to just listen to the sounds of the shore instead of commenting on track four. "No, thanks, I'll stay here."
I walked around the massive abode, thinking of all the beach beauties, after the posse went crusin'. I'm not strictly a "Booty Man," but that verse in the song had me laugh in silence, and maybe that hs changed from last this was written.

Maybe I should have went with the crew, I don't mind the solitude. That changed when I heard echoes of the sounds of yesteryear that queried "Do you love me?" "I find it to be an intriguing interpolation of the song, but that does not speak for you." No response. Even though none of the switches turned on in the hallway I could see the next room, and it was"So Lit" with three funky elements on the subtle base; it was not invisible, but just enough to remind you of those perfect September nights.
I was about to leave, but a party crasher started playing the Sax ike it was a "New Thang," and I would have to say it heightened the class of the songs that followed, especially the "Juicy Wiggle," not only a spectacle but, behind, a collaboration between sax and ivory. Did I just see an elephant in the room, or did I yak from dehydration; that would be "dry-heaving" wouldn't it. "I apologize. I don't want to bespoil a house such as this, but I have to disagree with the statement that "Good Things Happen When Ya Drunk." So I'll skip the bar talk, day drinking, spend a minute thinking I focus on the darkness of the human race too much, locked inside the house, I need to venture "Where The Sun Goes." What a Wonder-ful idea that was, I smile because of the song, and groan because of the inanity of the pun, but it was awesome Stevie made it to the party...rock...mansion. I found myself at the grotto, and this beautiful girl handed me a number without an introduction. That is all of the proof you need to know that this is a fictional account, but at last you enjoyed the brief escape from reality. "Maybe" a little bit? "Okay, now you ruined it." This album exceeded expectations, but you may remember where it was set at; regardless, it sounds like sleeping gem.