I trip through you You show it to me now Show it to me now Show me everything... I trip through you I don't feel anything but you... You somehow see
dance floor You grew up and answer to them shooters Now them shooters is dancin' Fuck you too You corny so I gotta cut you loose I looked in my book
like dancers Shootin on the same dancefloor you grew up and answer To them shooters, now them shooters is dancin ... FUCK you too! You corny so I gotta cut you
a mirage, but a barrage of spoken ballet Everyone is spun by the tongue, conductors DJ It takes your ora from the world of the morbid Shoot you through a vacuum, put you
