[Intro]

These undulating undertones

Keep me glued to you

As you walk me to the Iron Heart Bushwick

The spot where your sleeve rides up is the horizon

[Verse]

This push and pull

So damn rehearsed

This metric thud, thud, thud

It goes off time

I'm (I'm), dust (Dust)

Shivering lard beneath these shards

As we trail off from the bar

[Chorus]

It's time for you to make a move

You make me sick, it's all for you

No need to cleanse, no common sense

Just you, my captive audience (Oh, oh)

Time for you to make a move

You make me sick, it's all for you (Oh, oh)

No need to cleanse, no common sense

Just you, my captive audience