Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy
Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy
My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet
Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,
Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right
But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance
They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs
Rarely there's a true father in this united state
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
Reachin' new heights, forever may we dance with the devil
Or just another one of my black jesus traps
Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance
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