The revolution start tomorrow
We coming straight for yo heart
To feel a rumble
Make you shake feel this beat
Let it break you out the trance
Two step hit a dance
Get real loose and just Groove
I'm floating high like 23
They on my feet never seen
DNA on my chain
And RNA on my feet
They call me Klaw I'm to raw
For this beat let her speak
A cloudy day with some rain
You feeling blue wit no clue
On how to get out yo head
Just roll a blunt and intake
Some fine weed from this tray
Just sit back and watch time break
While i gather all these thoughts
Wake N bake it's time to get me some cake
Not even close to my prime
Outta sight outta mind outta time to do crimes
New chick she a dime look for spice where's the thyme
ZayHoVa - Trance Lyrics
ZayHoVa - Trance Lyrics
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The revolution start tomorrow
We coming straight for yo heart
To feel a rumble
Make you shake feel this beat
Let it break you out the trance
Two step hit a dance
Get real loose and just Groove
I'm floating high like 23
They on my feet never seen
DNA on my chain
And RNA on my feet
They call me Klaw I'm to raw
For this beat let her speak
A cloudy day with some rain
You feeling blue wit no clue
On how to get out yo head
Just roll a blunt and intake
Some fine weed from this tray
Just sit back and watch time break
While i gather all these thoughts
Wake N bake it's time to get me some cake
Not even close to my prime
Outta sight outta mind outta time to do crimes
New chick she a dime look for spice where's the thyme
We coming straight for yo heart
To feel a rumble
Make you shake feel this beat
Let it break you out the trance
Two step hit a dance
Get real loose and just Groove
I'm floating high like 23
They on my feet never seen
DNA on my chain
And RNA on my feet
They call me Klaw I'm to raw
For this beat let her speak
A cloudy day with some rain
You feeling blue wit no clue
On how to get out yo head
Just roll a blunt and intake
Some fine weed from this tray
Just sit back and watch time break
While i gather all these thoughts
Wake N bake it's time to get me some cake
Not even close to my prime
Outta sight outta mind outta time to do crimes
New chick she a dime look for spice where's the thyme
Writer: Isaiah Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid