Spirit Dance Lyrics

Let- let- let my spirit dance

Underneath the stars

I'm just doing me, I can't do you

I done come too far just to fuck it up now

Need to get my money up, my head in the clouds

I guess I feel lucky, huh, I empty my rounds

Patting down my trousers while she parting my crown

We the upper echelon, we look in the crowd

All we see is faces and they look at me now

Yeah- Yeah- Yeah, I'm chasing shots with liquor

Till I'm picking pockets

Wrist watches, lockets, wallets, stick them up

Higher than a rocket ship

I'm off a tic-tac I tell 'em, yeah

But me I know it's molly

That's why Ollie's tryna chit-chat

I've been in Paris mix and matching my passion

For higher fashion with designer drugs

Now my imagination's latency is blatant, think it's changing me

Passive aggressiveness

I ad-lib my essences

To keep me from pessimism

That shit's so poetic, isn't it

No regards for ethics, methamphetamine was present

My intestines turn to mesh and my eyes start to melt

I tell them not to miss this, I'm really bout my business

I'm scribbling out my triplets like a kid's wishlist from Christmas

Who can't wait to get gifts but now I got new metrics

I'm staying up to get lit, she's staying up to get-

The double cup done runneth over, spilt all in the Range Rover

I sip till the pain over, I can't even stay sober

Take you to another planet, spitting like the bass god

Looking like a trailer park B-Rabbit from 8 Mile

Rap feel like a turnstile but I'm here to stay though

I drop that shit like "Ayo", spread it like it's mayo

Whole game need a makeover, I come in like Sharapova

And I know I'm getting older but I still play Red Rover

Yeah I'm breaking down the system cause the system cataclysmic

Like you just witnessed nuclear fission

Trust that the music isn't

Just a euphemism

I was using it to heal myself

Just so I'd be real with myself

That shit let me reveal myself

I didn't even feel myself

Now I feel like a million bucks

Black tux is a must

Windows down, system up

Give a fuck what you think about us

I tell them not to miss this, I'm really bout my business

I'm scribbling out my triplets like a kid's wishlist from Christmas

Who can't wait to get gifts but now I got new metrics

I'm staying up to get lit, she's staying up to get dick

The double cup done runneth over, spilt all in the Range Rover

I sip till the pain over, I can't even stay sober

Take you to another planet, spitting like the bass god

Looking like a trailer park B-Rabbit from 8 Mile

Rap feel like a turnstile but I'm here to stay though

I drop that shit like "Ayo", spread it like it's mayo