Jordan Ward - DANCE MACHINE

Oh (oh)

Hopin' that it rain down a chance for me
Make the blues come do a dance for me (make the blues come do a dance)
Baby, can you do a lil' dance for me? Ooh
It's like you keep that shit bussin' out the pants for me (shit bussin')
But no romance with me (ayy, ayy)
You just do a lil' damage, leave (yeah, you must leave)
Damn, you like a goddamn thief (yeah)
I'm sorry that I waited, like Chief Keef
I'm finna hurry to the bank quick, like, "Beep beep"
I heard it might be a lil' banquet, it might be beef (okay)
You know I never leave a stain whenever I street sweep
That's a brand new street

Oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, yeah, that's a brand new street)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah

Well, I'm finna turn into a dance machine
Why you smell good like a tangerine? (Damn)
Baby by my side, we like a tandem team (tandem team)
But I know it's not real, it's just fantasy
You don't got no real plans with me (no plans)
This ain't love, this a Molly peak (this a Molly peak)
Try to follow, but still trip on my own feet
She givin' brain on a bean, now we really 'bout to geek (really 'bout to geek)
We do the same dance every other week, like choreography
Bring a partner 'round, watch he finna swap with me
How many cowgirls looking for a steed?
I just hope that I'm not the last one to leave

Oh-oh-oh-oh
(I'm a dance machine, I can't stop)
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Written by:
Jordan Ward, Peder Losnegard, Rich Daktyl

Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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