Makeup and a vice mag
Face beat and a boat ride
Playing LL cool J, James Blake or Bob Marley
One sip on a drink, spread down your wing, be how you feel
Men copy other men, make a couple friends and dance
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Blurry nights, butterflies, lies
Crazy vice, snow on phone cracks
Fantasies, melting all the ice
Fantasies, killing every time
Gotta hop on the lane and kill bill
Hold up
Switch every scene of this film
Hold up
Grind till I get every deal
Hold up
Hop on a lane and kill bill
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Yea, how many times do we had ought to restart
And every time I mention music, now we're driven apart
And now we're falling in this temptation, this sensation,
Given time, we worshipping it like it was the will of God
The tempo and the cadence that we mimic, we're odd
We're trying to convince the people that we're not really flawed
Theatrical moments, they noticed, but we're graceful enough
To prance on a dancefloor and leave them all in awed
How many time do let the master seat
To judge our passion and tell us that it ain't a masterpiece
I let it be, the moment I just the pass the beat
Now tell me if you judge us from our master suite
Now they ask more, on dancefloor, it's cold wars
The strain on the body that's not theirs, they adore
Galloping scenery, and yet they're so eagerly
To treat us like horses and not humans but centaurs
Gotta hop on the lane and kill bill
Hold up
Switch every scene of this film
Hold up
Grind till I get every deal
Hold up
Hop on a lane and kill bill
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Kamino - Kill Bill (feat. Jo Anna) Lyrics
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Makeup and a vice mag
Face beat and a boat ride
Playing LL cool J, James Blake or Bob Marley
One sip on a drink, spread down your wing, be how you feel
Men copy other men, make a couple friends and dance
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Blurry nights, butterflies, lies
Crazy vice, snow on phone cracks
Fantasies, melting all the ice
Fantasies, killing every time
Gotta hop on the lane and kill bill
Hold up
Switch every scene of this film
Hold up
Grind till I get every deal
Hold up
Hop on a lane and kill bill
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Yea, how many times do we had ought to restart
And every time I mention music, now we're driven apart
And now we're falling in this temptation, this sensation,
Given time, we worshipping it like it was the will of God
The tempo and the cadence that we mimic, we're odd
We're trying to convince the people that we're not really flawed
Theatrical moments, they noticed, but we're graceful enough
To prance on a dancefloor and leave them all in awed
How many time do let the master seat
To judge our passion and tell us that it ain't a masterpiece
I let it be, the moment I just the pass the beat
Now tell me if you judge us from our master suite
Now they ask more, on dancefloor, it's cold wars
The strain on the body that's not theirs, they adore
Galloping scenery, and yet they're so eagerly
To treat us like horses and not humans but centaurs
Gotta hop on the lane and kill bill
Hold up
Switch every scene of this film
Hold up
Grind till I get every deal
Hold up
Hop on a lane and kill bill
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Face beat and a boat ride
Playing LL cool J, James Blake or Bob Marley
One sip on a drink, spread down your wing, be how you feel
Men copy other men, make a couple friends and dance
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Blurry nights, butterflies, lies
Crazy vice, snow on phone cracks
Fantasies, melting all the ice
Fantasies, killing every time
Gotta hop on the lane and kill bill
Hold up
Switch every scene of this film
Hold up
Grind till I get every deal
Hold up
Hop on a lane and kill bill
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Yea, how many times do we had ought to restart
And every time I mention music, now we're driven apart
And now we're falling in this temptation, this sensation,
Given time, we worshipping it like it was the will of God
The tempo and the cadence that we mimic, we're odd
We're trying to convince the people that we're not really flawed
Theatrical moments, they noticed, but we're graceful enough
To prance on a dancefloor and leave them all in awed
How many time do let the master seat
To judge our passion and tell us that it ain't a masterpiece
I let it be, the moment I just the pass the beat
Now tell me if you judge us from our master suite
Now they ask more, on dancefloor, it's cold wars
The strain on the body that's not theirs, they adore
Galloping scenery, and yet they're so eagerly
To treat us like horses and not humans but centaurs
Gotta hop on the lane and kill bill
Hold up
Switch every scene of this film
Hold up
Grind till I get every deal
Hold up
Hop on a lane and kill bill
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
Running from demons, with style always
Where the real thing where it at
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
I gotta build the road, shape all the ice in me
I gotta break the doors, ain't no way you stopping me
I gotta walk my talk, be every inch of me
Writer: Gerry Vincent
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid