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Just an ode to dance music.

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Trouble House

Why you waiting
For what you waiting for

So lets break it down, all the way to the ground til a crater found from the rubble in the trouble house

Girl, I know you wanna dance,
C’mon girl, take my hand
So what you gotta man
Work them hips into a trance
Work them thighs until you cramp
It’s so hot my shirt is damp
Tell the DJ up the bass and blow the mutha fuckin amp
Running game, on a dame, get her name, spark a flame,
Spark a change, in the scene, I’m in her ear, then in her jeans
You can’t intervene cuz we livin in a dream
You aint never seen this innovative parody
I spit it exquisite with illustrative clarity
Epistemic metaphysical integrity
What I spit is sick acidic liquid kerosene
Hella metaphors for better terraforming
Hella hype crowds when I'm there performing
Telling empathetic therapeutic stories
That they can take for later to better their core being
Developing better characters age fourteen
Overzealously meritorious or heroic themes
So incredulous it’s imperative that we always be

Why you waiting
For what you waiting for

So let’s break it down, all the way to the ground til a crater found from the rubble in the trouble house

Oooooh, girl, damn you so fine
I can’t getchu out my mind
I know you like me too
I can see it in your eyes
Little miss cutie play so hard to get
Cuz most dudes trash, like a garbage can
But my love is butter baby, aint no margarin
This aint a flea market bargain that I’m offering
It’s a one of kind, kind of a time share
So come and unwind, consign your lion share
I provide a sublime moment of fantasy
Verily carefully I decided you’s a rarity
Its apparent you embarrassed by brevity
Secondly, yes indeed, you are lethal weaponry
So I gotta frisk you, before I take the risk boo
This is not an act boo, so no won’t be miscues
No you won’t be misused, I aint mister rick rude
So c’mon baby girl, come and get it, get with this boo

Why you waiting
For what you waiting for

So let’s break it down, all the way to the ground til a crater found from the rubble in the trouble house


Oooooh, Its getting hot in here
You done sweated outcha hair
This crowd is getting kinda weird
Girl, lets get up outta here
Racing down broadway
Til we get back to my hotel, oh yea, making out, jaw break
Netflix and chill, yea I love ya sex appeal
But fucking on the first night really kinda wrecks the deal
Aint’ looking for a ho
Ain’t looking for a slut
Ain’t booking for a show
Ain’t looking for a nut
I’m looking for classic lady
Old fashioned like the 80s
Baby making, dirty dancing, Patrick Swayze
So let’s get a lil crazy, faded maybe
Til Sunday morning come and we feeling lazy all daily
I’m into you like laces in ya tennis shoes
So don’t be a skeptic or even cynical
So let’s take it to the heavens, to the pinnacle
Let’s take it to forever, baby, just me and you


Why you waiting
For what you waiting for

So let’s break it down, all the way to the ground til a crater found from the rubble in the trouble house

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from FameMachine, released April 22, 2017

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A global collective of musicians and artists based out of St. Louis who have come together to be The Culprit Manifest. They had a vision and I promised to help make it a reality. We have been asked to "name" our members but, respectfully, we will decline. They don't want to be divided and conquered. We refer to them as Agents W, X, Y & Z. Thank you for your support. Dream Big. Why you waitin' for? ... more

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