Next Dance. from EVERYTHING BURNS! by Nakama.
Tracklist
| 9. | Next Dance. | 2:13 |
Lyrics
It’s a party I pull up with pearls
Baby light it my wrist is too heavy
I’m a fighter in love with the world
And i haven’t been good
Since you met me
I’m guessing
You thought it was less dense
By the grip in the forearm
Extend
Like you see the band when the belt hang
You gassing it
Texting yo best friend
So who got next dance
On go like a top hat
Cane and a bag full of colorful bills
Can’t lie I don’t mitigate plays
Anybody get turned to a meal
Hot on they heels like nerds
Vaguest appeal like words
Wait to reveal my verbs
Peel my fur
Heal my hurt
All that could wait til I money my heirs
It’s a party I pull up with pearls
Baby light it my wrist is too heavy
I’m a fighter in love with the world
And i haven’t been good
Since you met me
I’m guessing
You thought it was less dense
By the grip in the forearm
Extend
Like you see the band when the belt hang
You gassing it
Texting yo best friend
So who got next dance
Let it sit for a second
Fore I up the pressure like French press
Bite down so they read it like death threat
Nitro the express coming next up
Yeah watch where you step
It get treacherous
I don’t know who put you on the guest list
Western for the bread quick
No more to mention
Union a temp thing
Wish you the best king
I’m over here for the chips
UK tryna batter the fish
K Bar to a Mac yeah
Mans is a risk
And he can’t throw hands
He a bitch
With the work he could handle some shit
Like a desk clerk
Blue Bottle know him by the first name
Lester
Might turn investor
Niggas really need to pick shit
It’s a party I pull up with pearls
Baby light it my wrist is too heavy
I’m a fighter in love with the world
And i haven’t been good
Since you met me
I’m guessing
You thought it was less dense
By the grip in the forearm
Extend
Like you see the band when the belt hang
You gassing it
Texting yo best friend
So who got next dance
Told Les to go rake in some profits
Told his bitch to go bring us some condoms
Yeah I’m wyling they don’t see the problem
Or maybe they do but they silent fuck it
Les came back mad as a bitch
Saw the rubbers and covers
Start huffing and puffing
I had to blow down the whole crib
She crying I’m packing my duff
Left a stack on the table and cut
I’ll get a few niggas to clean up the mess
You rest at the Telly my treat
It’s a party I pull up with pearls
Baby light it my wrist is too heavy
I’m a fighter in love with the world
And i haven’t been good
Since you met me
I’m guessing
You thought it was less dense
By the grip in the forearm
Extend
Like you see the band when the belt hang
You gassing it
Texting yo best friend
So who got next dance
who got next dance
…
Fuckin AI
