I love it
I love them boys and only them and them club, yeah
That's why the machine
No matter if it's smack, rock, futon, kiosk and gimmick
Beats and them old songs
But one thing they don't play with the organ
Lightning and thunder, everything you get
Bloodcrain fall down, everything you wet
With a man a walk in a vest
Tryna heal me when I'm oppressed
Burst in, burst in, burst in
Burn them skin