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letra de a dance revolution - gold midas

gold midas:
ever dance with the devil in the pale moon light
i never have i keep my ballroom bright
waltzing back and forth
no (?) i promise you, i’m alright
quick stepping toward the ending for tonight
and every night i’m taking out mrs. wallace and (?)
i’m just doing my job, as long as my job pays
i’m going on a streak, i can’t be weak, and break like undertaker
girl i’m with the flow, even when the flow breaks up
sometimes i rhyme slow, sometimes i rhyme quick
sometimes i like rope, one day i’ll die sick
sometimes i like hoes, sometimes i like chicks
sometimes my own clothes, feels broken and unstitched
when and where i’m feeling cold like i’m naked in the streets
but then i burn up even when i’m half naked in the sheets
i wake up struggle, like i ate a plate full of diseases
go to sleep, drowsy like i had a bakery to eat
if life handed me pastries, i’d back them up, sell em from the back of a truck
this lemon cake is whats up
wanna hang in the la sky, but i gotta suck it up
got me dancing with life, i can’t f-ck it up

chorus:
i don’t know how to dance
but if you gave me the chance i’ll show you the way
slow motion to fast, all the moments just passed
i can’t just sit here and wait, and wait
i don’t know how to dance
but if you gave me the chance i’ll show you the way
slow motion to fast, all the moments just passed
i can’t just sit here and wait, and wait
just sit here and wait
ay, what’s wrong with your roommate
k!ll bill: the rapper:
waltz to the stars with two left feet
call for the guards cause you stress me
caught up in a bar i can’t finish
flying through life and land kismet
i know it’s none of my d-mn business, but
it’s feeling like a (?)
kickin’ what, am i to do if i’m just trapped inside a body high
these steps can crack earth, they can topple skies
momma told me life wasn’t easy
and i’d be crushed if her eyes could just see me
my truths thinner then a slice of sashimi
let my vices concede me, c sections disappear
get it clear i wanna fly, but how am i to take off when i been tripping on my lies
and i don’t listen to my cries, subconscious impostor
roll another blunt get lost in the blanka

pre-chorus:
i’ve been rotting for so long
i’ve forgotten all those songs
blowing a’s in the la sky
blowing a’s in the la sky

- gold midas

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