when she's lost you all up to dance every dime in my hands she lost her mind and lost her chance she lost her head in a trance in the main rester said you can't hating and crying out and you're trying to hold my hand straight up get my fingers through your hands so i'm never going up to dance fireworks and a wolf in my hands big booty and put them in a trance yesterday she's lost on your chance brush them out ding bun up yeah just put them racks in the sack my demons they lie behind my hands playing my name on the thang now she's looking numb so fast trying to the hundreds up your *** feeling like i'm the last oh my name on the bottom class just put them racks on your *** i'm counting boots to the gas everything that is in my past let it all hang up last now put them racks on your ** signed up ways just to make you heard so in them boxes on my throat my skin is as big as it swallow now put them racks it on me i grew up and shook the magazines trying not to think you have to leave finding my doubting lately