grace

Wake up, take all the dope in flat and Put it the blender – brain shake I got no time for the make up and shit cause I know that today I’m gonna make it I got the move move move move I got I got the move which fucks with the gravity I sold my soul for I’ve overdosed my body, I’m on fire cause All eyes on me, My sweat smells weed My memories ripped Blood on the floor Two broken ribs But I’m dancing like a queen Killing it killing it killing it killing it killing it killing it, until they watch me Killing it killing it killing it killing it killing it killing it, until they watch me My body is a tool is a tool is a tool They said my joints got the limits – they are fools Freaks got no feelings Freaks got the groove Best lips in the hood You’re like kid a kid in the wood I’m like a tiger in the room Lord - I don’t need your grace I just feel you closer when I’m dancing Lord - I don’t need your grace I just feel you closer when I’m dancing Lord - I don’t need your grace I just feel you closer when I’m dancing Lord - I don’t need your grace I just feel you closer when I’m dancing