Oh oh oh oh oh (Gaga) Dum dum da da da I won't cry for you I'll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands, Above my head, head, head Like Jesus, said I'm gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands,

I'm joining the dots From the smoke in your hair to the blood in the bruise And the bows on the shoes you kicked off I'm joining the dots, I'm joining the dots Been trying to think of something colorful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for

Do you like how it feels to be bit In the neck by a snake that kills Do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back Then watch the blood spill Do you like how it feels? One for the money, two for your girl Three for your life now I fucked up your

It went from a spark to an open flame Now destiny's calling out your name Under the lights on the high stage A part of your life it can take away Just like the blood running through your veins Everyone's watching through your eyes There's only two

Yeah we love one another One blood for all One blood for the face of the earth One time ? in life These are the feelings you have ? God is majesty Open your ears and open your heart And listen to these words from the universe ? God is the respecter of no

Say anything Anything hurts less than the quiet Just tell me Aah, just tell me Growing distance from your explanations We're getting deeper in this mess Take careful contemplation I'd rather be spitting blood Than have this silence fuck me up

I'm gonna break my I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run You wired me awake And hit me with a hand of broken nails You tied my lead and pulled my chain To watch my blood begin to boil But I'm gonna break Too cold to start a fire

I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Put on your war paint Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me The war is won, before it's

Fuck it, we ball RIP Dex Osama All the fallen soldiers Scooter, Truce When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those