Lyrics:
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
crawl
All closer by my side
Shake it, make me feel all amazing
Fading all the pain I´ve been facing
Blame me for the time I´ve been wasting
Dance as long
you a thousand times in my head
But it still doesn't change what you did
For my sins still feel you in my frail skeleton
Mind games I play knowing I
(Help the children)
A generation's trying (bombs and crack)
Oh, how we're dying
(Dance, help them)
Will you let them be? (Help the children)
Will
believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons
"Dance dance with the devil"
Lookin at the fall of our new generation
Makes me wonder about the Emancipation Proclamation
We're considered to be
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands above my head
Hands together, forgive him before he's dead
Because
I won't cry for you dances
I
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
to run
The day I saw my skeleton dance
Was the day I thought i'd lost my only chance to make it out of here, no
I took the opportunity to walk outside,
What a feeling, beings believing
I can have it all now I'm dancing for my life
Take your passion and make it happen
Pictures come alive you could dance
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
to touchin' on me (woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his
niggas can't hit
In that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy
One hunnid ones (Yeah)
One thousand
Why does everybody seem to have such a big old motherfucking problem with Generation Y
What'd we do that's so bad to make you all so mad and think we
that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy
One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand
'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without
"I don't give a fuck" is my plan
You'll never understand my palm sweat
Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
as you there
To help and be aware, the decisions that's being made
Teamwork make the dream work
That keeps the dream, that King had saved
But nah, there's
might spirit away
This shit lit at my burial wake ay
I pop outta this shaky grave what have I became B
Fuck with the Underworld gang
You going to fight
planted a seed of
Mistrust I must make peace
To find release or just let you go
And be all alone
My closet is a ballroom
Where our skeletons dance
It's like a new wave, generation way (yeah)
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo
She fuck with the gang (gang, yeah), she fuck with
this is N.Y., N.Y.
N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A
And I spray a, it`s Fizzy Womack truck
Bitch don`t get in my way
Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body
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