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lowkey animosity
She like yo homie in my DM, and I'm like probably
He ever ask me how we doin' Imma spill him honestly
40 on his ass and now he dance like

Give Me A Sign
Music and Lyrics by
Donnie Kehr
  
Don't wanna smoke another cigarette
I don't need another beer
Cause there's a better way to forget

drive this thing down to the nearest bar.
We're gonna dance all night.  Let's play that jukebox til it's broad daylight.

Oooh, you thought you'd have

matter I will never see you again
Callin' out to a void I just need a friend
Someone to go out and dance with me in the street
Someone to help me cross

turn up the music
Check the vibes, get up and dance, and if you can't, son, come along for the ride
Ignite the kaya, lift your lighter up higher into

soul down to the reaper
This a cold world 
So you know its best to keep a heater
Im from c town, You know wassup kid
We dont play round
Catch you

we're running from the crowded
Cities and lights
No plan, nothing but music
And words to go by
Take my hand
Let's make it last
Hearts of glass
Only are

lose
In the end zone doing my dance call me Victor Cruz
Writing rhymes all day like I ain't got shit to do
Never staying stagnant you know we out here

the season end and every season after that
Restricted arms extended and nigga it ain't the cabbage patch
We don't dance no more
I want the masters

PLAYED GEORGE STRAIT THAT’ WHEN I KNES FOR SURE HER AND ME WERE MEANT TO BE AS WE TWO STEPPED CROSS THE FLOOR
(PRE-CHORUS)
WE DANCE AND TALKED UNTIL THREE

real, so I show and prove
See I grew up
Inspired
By hustlers and go-getters
I know In my chest, that I'm built better
I'm not mad for takin all the pain

do it,
•I know D-LO he'll pull it, that's why we made this murder music,
•I ain't got no time for sensitive niggas who act like they're killers,
•All

Yeah so dinner it was over, up out of my seat
Turn up the music and speed up the beat
Gotta find a girl to dance with me

So everybody movin' grooving'

got the rose gold on her wrist clothes are Versace
Oh mamacita won't you come here to papi
Up the club where we come here to party
Dance to the music

we're on the same team
Just because I flex doesn't really mean I'm happy
90 On the dash think Ill end up going faster
Life is such a bitch there's no

celebration
We could dance to the music it screams
In a cacophonic orchestration

a lot to gain

Try not to look any closer okay
Just look at yourself in the mirror and dance real sexy to your music
Pretend like you're at home in

blood first like I'm Rambo
Please understand, this s*** been magic, Orlando
It's music
Doesn't matter underground or commercial
What we make in a studio

a factual
These n***** is vaginal
We cant be compatible
N**** Wit Attitude
Hit you break ya clavical
For Fuckin wit my capitol
It's Up, like a parachute
I can

the clout
Just stories that I can tell with the
Money that I smell and the music that I sell yeah
I'm creeping with my thieves and we sailing out to the seas

slendid hands and
Phalanges a tangent
That I could not comprehend
On and on I loved ya fruitfully
But you didn't want it now do you
Song by song we mix

the music
I'm so drunk on it
Back and forth we keep it rocking
Have you got the beat for me? 

Make me go low o
And pick it up, pick it up
Make me whine, keep

and you tell me that you care
Then I stop to make my music, I can’t find you anywhere
I don’t know, I don’t know
That awaits to all my conflicts
I don’t

riding by yourself 
Don't say we fam you don't give a damn 
You need you some help 
This music is my life I provide for myself
I don't need nobody i don't