pick you up Believe in me, Just keep your faith and believe in all that you make. Believe in me, My love is not a gamble; You can count on me. Believe
you up Believe in me, Just keep your faith and believe in all that you make. Believe in me, My love is not a gamble; You can count on me. Believe in
you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [2nd verse] She told
: Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor Just for the attention. Cause that's just ridiculously on. Well, she sure is gonna get it Here's
Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op... (It's time to dance) Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op... (It's time to dance) Come on Come on
s time) It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement I fill the quills with it let it spill on
do you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [2nd verse] She
the butcher just a note to my peers, who solemnly believe that escape infection on the dawn of a paracetical eve theres a parallel state where floors,
even harder Praise to the man upstairs, yes the father Positive tip, now dance on the floor and have room for the Chubbster The Chubbster, the Chubbster, Chubbster Come on
like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook Yes, please believe she gorgeous And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress The blood
on the block, never seen him before Selling incense and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly
a nigga got locked, yeah You brought me clean drawers and socks On the dance floor, tried to sneak in some top It's like my pen be the heart, ink be the blood
t waste mine Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet
on the prom dance floor You can be a Tom Cruise and make a big scene Or be like MacGyver and cut it clean Either way there's gonna be blood on the floor
Oh, I know that it's easy There's no trouble waitin' for me Dance floors, headlights, in my blood there's gasoline For an urban boy on a dirty tour I
three quarters of his body Please say, ?Put yo hands down? If you're spinning rims spin counter clockwise You are not pimpin' If you are dancin' on the dance floor
